An elemental perspective. — The sea will always be the main act — but, here, recently, efforts have been made to reinstate green nature into my coastal townhome (as it becomes apparent that clean air is a top dollar commodity). So — car parks have been ripped up and replaced with open, planted, spaces. …

Is the artist here to illuminate — or distract? Does she console, or agitate — apply a salver, or stick the pins in? — Take a landscape; curling spume, generous foliage, low basking lilac hills under a lemon-yellow sky…expectation realised, yes. Loop the pleasing paint loops, feminine fecund, marks to rub, complete. Circle the issues to make home an image that resonates aesthetically and shines a light over time?

A Creative Leap. We leave the known — the often walked — venture up into lilac hills until they become skyward thrusting mountains — moon barren. It’s Art that motivates the move: the chance to see another’s interpretation of life, freely given like a generous Aunt — something disruptive… The…

A Premonition — Falling into sleep, he steps fully formed into my head and freezes like a stopped frame — one arm up, the other holding a jacket hooked over a shoulder. My eyes. He steps in and looks with my eyes, smiling in my head, stopped — and I know he is…

How to find your voice I started writing when I stopped speaking. Every time I came down with a cold (often!), my vocal chords shut down for a few days — sometimes for a whole week — and one unforgettable time, for two weeks straight. Have you ever — you…

A Recipe for sanity — In a former existence, I was a teacher in a bustling Comprehensive school in Cambridge, UK. I loved my rumbustious and full on-job but obviously couldn’t cope because I was constantly off, ill. Something had to give and it would have been me if I hadn’t left everything I consider…

Joining the dots through Art. — Yesterday, because of Art, the cogs of anxiety, guilt and lack of control suddenly find their place — slotting comfortably into the Big Picture machine — and diminishing as a result. I make Art so that days like yesterday happen… Yesterday, in my adopted country, France, citizens are out early…