This month I have a gathering of new paper works and prints available to buy and on show at Made of Place, a small (but beautiful) exhibition of works at Emerald Frames and Gallery in Chalfont St Peter.

The exhibition quietly explores place and belonging. How we interpret our landscapes, memories and communities that shape our identity, from a variety of artistic persepctives. A group show, it features exquisitely talented female artists Ali Mackie, Jacqueline Ford, Josie Clouting and me.

I had a GREAT conversation with another Artist last week, who is mentoring me through some (big-and-moderately-scary) applications that I have my sights on this year. It was one of those conversations that felt effortless and flowed. I felt very much in the moment, because it was easy and honest, and will hopefully lead me to where I want to go. The sense of freedom in our chatter seemed to unlock some of the words that I can often find hard to describe my practice. The why and what’s-it-all-about stuff kinda stuff. And the seemingly simple things that come up again and again.

I’ve been thinking a lot about words lately. The words we say and what they mean. Words that sit in between spaces. The power of words to harm or to heal. A kind word. A thoughtful word. The right words at the right time.