It’s my brother and his wife, who got married in some woods in Somerset on Saturday…it was a wonderful day filled with blessings and bunting, petals and pasties, wine and water pistols…and the tallest wedding cake I’ve ever seen!
I drew this little dog with a suitcase shortly after the Referendum here in Britain, still reeling from the idea that we will be leaving the EU.
In the last few weeks I’ve been hearing so many shocking stories of racist abuse being hurled at people on the street and in public places.
I thought of my Italian grandmother arriving in England as a teenager before the Second World War, and wondered what prejudices she faced.
Here in Stroud I know people from Hungary, Italy, USA, Poland, Austria, Portugal, Turkey, Wales, Scotland, the Philippines, Japan, Denmark, Sweden, Australia and Germany.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m in the midst of Open Studios this weekend, and it’s been lovely to meet so many people.
It also motivated me to make more dioramas…
…and a few papery things like this Secret Garden…
…and these Hanging Gardens.
The only thing is that after all this Creative Activity and meeting of lovely people…
…I feel really tempted to have a snooze on my sofa whenever there’s a quiet moment. So far I’ve resisted (unlike a fellow artist who napped in her garden undetected last week, an approach which is much to be admired. No wonder her artwork is so fabulous).
The other day I was spending the morning drawing wolves in my studio. As I stood by the door washing my paintbrushes a beautiful fox walked past right in front of the studio.
I opened the door quietly so as not to disturb it and then suddenly wanted it to look at me – I wondered what it’s reaction would be.
The only thing I could think of to say, rather foolishly, was ‘Fox! Fox!’ as if I was calling a pet cat.
It carried on walking up my sloping garden, then turned and looked back at me.
Then it did a wee in the grass and sauntered off.