I spend hours at a time on Wimbledon Common, it is wild and empty enough to satisfy my need for nature. Growing up in an isolated part of Tasmania, ocean journeys, an uncompromising childhood, returning to the UK age 11, time spent in Norfolk and South Devon, art school in Canterbury, all the way through to living in London, travelling alone in Africa, working in a job that took me all over the world for a time.

Now every year visiting France with my family, freezing cold Irish sea swims with my sister in the beautiful Isle of Man. Getting old, my body not how it was, everything changing, children draining me but filling me up in equal quantities, my studio, my place, my sanctuary, my paintings, everything in my life, on card, canvas and board, in colour and shape. Laughter and tears, loss and grief, and joy.

Yes, I paint landscapes, but all this history is a part of what I am trying to say.

Wimbledon Art Studios

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