Winter
It’s an October evening in the forest. The rains have petered off and the woods are kind of settling in,
thoughts
Mountains and students
I’ve been mountain climbing this past week. Climbing does not come easily to me – I have spent most of
True love
There is a certain kind of love, which grazes your heart the first time you encounter it. Sometimes a painting
Let the colours be
For an artist, the studio becomes a place of power, as well as warmth and peace, a place where the
Tranquillity
All landscape artists know that a forest is place of meditation, of peace, of quiet reflections, of immense depth and
The quiet corner
We all have a favourite space – a step, a chair, a corner, nameless but comfortable, a tiny bit of
A little less bright
After three years of painting seriously, my husband suggested I show my work in a gallery. I had been painting
A little background
When we are children, what our parents do is of little concern to us. We are wrapped in our tiny
The ties that bind
When I was little, I would draw and paint like most children do. But I was lucky to have parents
Thinking about the forest
‘Spending time outdoors’ means different things to different people, and I am one of the luckier ones. Growing up in