Back in March when the Covid restrictions were starting and the world was panicking, I froze. A sense of uncertainty and fear pervaded me and I could not concentrate on making art or reading or growing in any way. I slowly started moving again, helped by a wonderful coach and the beautiful spring weather. Painting flowers and filling pages of my sketchbook with colours was my way back into my creative journey.
blue and orange
I returned to oil crayons that connect me to my Grandmother who gave them to me as a child, my first drawing tool. Magic happened when I layered thick watercolour over it.
From flowers I moved to portraits, and an easy step was to portray my Grandmothers figurines.
Slowly I felt the need to go back to clay and merge my mark making and emotion in clay and glaze.
As my functional work becomes more regular and smooth I find new ways of making sculptural pieces that reflect my energy and personality in a more abstract way.