Mountain King (Oil pastel)


Day 62.

In the hall of the mountain King is a piece of classical music I recall from my childhood. This  imaginative composition fits the memory of that music and the associations that it holds. Myth, majesty and magic Forces of mystery in far away unknowable realms.

Music is a form of magic. Its force is potent and it affects us in unknown ways. It acts as a portal to unfathomable aspects of the human condition indicating that there is  far more to discover and explore.

Hidden Door (Chalk pastel)


Day 52.

The hidden door houses a store of essentials unknown to us until the time we need them most. At that moment  the door appears magically and yields to us a treasure that eluded us until now.  In grasping the gift the door dissolves until we need it again.

Lately I am feeling like a woman of infinite resources but I have many tricks to learn. I’m grateful for the hidden door.

Birdlife (Oil pastel).


Day 45.

As long as there are birds outside I tend to count my blessings. Am looking forward to the starlings returning later in the year. Its a sport I indulge in watching them hop along the telegraph wires just beyond my bedroom window. Swapping positions one up, one down, like they’re making room for each other, A civilised conference and not much hanging about.

Their song is a sweet substitute for the lack of sun in the morning.

Untitled (Oil Pastel)


Day 39.

This is an imaginative composition I created in London during one of my bursts of productivity. It is an oil pastel work which is a preferred medium of mine to work in.

I like it. It speaks to me. I am surprised by it. I didn’t know that this was inside me. It has a fairy tale quality to it.

I am a  big fan of outsider art. In many ways I identify with the term and I admire very much some of the artists that fall under the heading. One of the the things that I love more than anything is children’s’ art and outsider art shares a lot of with the art of children.

I have had some training but the art that comes straight from my imagination is raw and untutored. It comes from a young place. It feels like play when I am really involved in the motion of marking material to paper. I like to get quite physical with it. I enjoy mashing and scraping the pastel and watching the effects it creates. It reminds me of those drawings in school where black crayon was put on over multi coloured surface and scraped away to reveal the colours beneath. A sort of magic etching.