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  • Pondering

    This one is old enough now that I can look at it with a bit of kindness, and a healthy dose of hindsight. I remember loving the original sketch so much. The lines felt right, the posture worked, and for once I didn’t immediately spot a dozen things I wanted to fix. Naturally, this led…

  • Bubbles

    Let’s pause for a moment, because this one deserves it. I actually like this painting. It’s not perfect, not even close, but it doesn’t need to be. I painted it as a gift, with care rather than pressure, and that difference shows. The turtle has personality, the movement feels believable, and the water finally behaved…

  • Abstract. Does that sound ‘artistic’ enough?

    This one comes from the long stretch before I finally accepted that decent paper might be worth the investment. At the time, I remember liking it, genuinely. The colours felt bold, the flowers felt cheerful, and I was riding the small high of something that looked vaguely intentional. Looking at it now… less so. The…

  • Roses are red?

    This painting marks my first brave (and mildly unhinged) attempt at a looser watercolour style. Emphasis on attempt. I went in with good intentions, a vague plan to “let the paint do its thing”, and absolutely none of the materials required to make that idea go smoothly. The paper was, frankly, a menace. It buckled…

  • It’s all ‘live’

    A Christmas Village, a Heap of Indigo, and One Very Questionable Tree My latest sketchbook spread features a tiny Christmas village painted almost entirely in indigo. Partly because the moody, wintry vibe was irresistible, and partly because I was absolutely petrified of mixing actual colours and ending up with a swamp on paper. When in…