This is me, Sally, happiest in old paint-splattered clothes, with my dogs and a mug of tea in my hand.
I am a painter of things... I paint how I want, when I want, and what I want - and that ...for me... is free expression, and that is where I find complete joy and where I teach others to find the power in art. There’s no pressure then; I have no expectation of what I will create, and I don't sketch or plan beforehand; it's about feeling it, knowing that something will evolve if you allow it, if you allow yourself...
Autumn is fully upon us; it's not been a great year so far, but I'm trying to focus on joy and hope as our first grandchild's arrival edges nearer. Then I’m hit with the utter brutal sadness that I can no longer share this with my mum, who is lost to a brain injury and Alzheimers, and dad, changed beyond recognition by the ravages of grief, age and disease - if you see my social media posts, you'll know a little of what I mean. I've taken some downtime as it's been a lot to cope with and I need to disappear into my studio, and it's proving very cathartic. I am developing a new body of work in response to vulnerability, in all its guises, and I make no apology for it being both raw and deeply honest. Click below to view what is available; more will be added in time, or you are welcome to visit me and view the collection in person.
