Caer Bwdy, the source of the beautiful purply sandstone used to build St.Davids Cathedral has always been a place I am drawn to. The scale and colour of the pebbles at the cove are unique. Sketching is not something I do often enough, I think mainly because...
As an artists who claims to be inspired by the landscape I am often critical of myself for not getting out and drawing more strongly on my inspirations. The discipline of spending forty minutes walking through the landscape looking in a meaningful way has been...
By nine o’clock at night this is all that was left of my Moon Jar. The wind and rain had in a single day reduced the pot to little more than a pile of soggy shards. The foot ring of the Jar was the all that remained. Up there the weather was really wild,...
The anticipation to see what effect the first rain had had on the unfired clay was motivating as I climbed the hill. From afar it was still in its entirety, a sphere against the laden sky. The Jar was wet through on one side, the side that had taken the weather....
