Am I really supposed to be an artist?
Laying on the couch, snoozing under a cozy blanket, I cannot find the inner peace to go and have a proper sleep, nor do I have the energy to do
Which marketing channels should I choose to present my artwork?
There is something magical about getting winter wear from the attic once it really starts to get cold. Selecting the best scarfs and bonnets, I imagine knitting a whole bunch
Artistic inspiration and positive thinking
With my children, looking at the poetic lines of Snowdonia’s green hills, I have a vision of us living in a place of such beauty, in such a cottage as
EArly blossom
As the bus drives past the silvery leafed birch trees along the way to Groningen, I see that some trees have yet to unfold their leaves. Bare, as if it
Reality and Imagination
Everything is still on this Monday morning. The beauty of the frosty winter days was not to last, instead I feel the droplets of dew holding on to my eyelashes
A new year
I am walking the same round I always walk, I see the same houses, the same trees and bushes. But as the low winter sun casts cobalt coloured shadows on