I have just turned over my brown bull with a flower on his bum. No, I am not having an affair with a bronzed Adonis sporting a delicately...

January 2020, and so much to look forward to - printmaking with friends at South Hill Park, meetings to plan forthcoming exhibitions,...

Printmaking is one of those disciplines that inevitably leads to a certain amount of rejects. Everyone has had that moment when you peel...

I hover in my garden studio in a bit of a ‘dwam’, gazing out over the fruit cage and thinking about nothing much. I’ve been musing on how...