Needle-punch sketches
Superfine Merino through handmade papers
These are so delicate, with superfine wool, that if I breathe too closely when making them the fibres/lines move and a leg changes, an expression alters dramatically. They highlight to me the contrast between bold definition and fragility, being altered/ blown away so easily...existing then not, with a breath.
Excellent quality giclee prints of these originals are now available and they look so wonderful and tactile...
I have sold to many happy customers. They will be sent mounted, backed and wrapped. Please contact me for further details.
Beautiful handmade cards are also available!
A process of creating print originals using Textile Artists Paper, Fair Trade Mitsumata Nepalese paper and Rag & Cotton papers
Please click here for a review of my 'Snail and Mt.Fuji' card :-)
'Watership Down' by Richard Adams - Characters from the novel
Crows and other animals ...
Crows inspired by the wonderful pen and ink drawings of Leonard Baskin in his illustrations for Ted Hughes' poetry collection 'Crow - The Life and Songs of the Crow'.
Landscapes
I love doing these sketches, as the lines, markings and shadows can give such a feel for the movement of the land. They're created quite quickly and always feel very rhythmic and 'windy' to do - in both ways of reading ... :-)
W S Graham sometimes mentions the 'rainlit' blueness of the road... 'I speed along the cambered rain-blue road'...and this one, from 'A Walk to the Gulvas' with his wife and fellow poet Ness. I love these lines so much, the Scottishness and the Cornishness :-) 🌸⭐ (to keek means to peep surreptitiously) x
'When the light keeks out, the road
Answers and shines up blue.
I thought we might have seen
Willie Wagtail from earlier...'
The whole poem: https://www.theguardian.com/…/featuresreviews.guardianrevie…
Needle-punching through handmade silk paper made from Mawata squares - spidery fine threads
This practice piece was inspired by Elizabeth Bishop's poem 'The Fish'. When held up to the light, the image and colours almost disappear...just as the fish is returned to the sea.
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