Things I’ve Noticed…
For a long time, I called this journal Studio Notes — a place to share glimpses into my painting process and the stories behind my work.
Over time, I realised that the beginnings of my paintings often happen long before I enter the studio. They begin with noticing: a shift in light, the colour of a field, the sound of birdsong, the texture of a hedgerow, or a fleeting moment in the landscape.
This is a place to gather those observations — the small things that catch my attention and, sometimes, find their way into a painting.
I’d love for you to join the conversation — if something here sparks a thought, makes you smile, or inspires an idea, drop me a comment! It’s always a joy to hear from fellow creative adventurers.
Field Notes | All Fields
I have been thinking about fields lately.
Not because anything particularly remarkable has happened in them.
Perhaps that is precisely the point.
I walk through the fields around me often. I know the tracks, the hedges, the familiar trees. I know the way the horizon disappears into a pale morning sky, and how the same view can look entirely different under rain, mist or evening light.
And yet the fields are never quite the same.
Field Notes: An Ordinary Morning…
This morning began quietly.
The fields were wrapped in a soft, silver-grey blanket of cloud, with only the first thin sliver of sunlight beginning to appear on the horizon. There was no urgency to be anywhere, so I found a place to sit and simply watched.
The familiar sounds arrived one by one.