It is 6:16 am, and I am writing on the morning of my last day in Feutersoey and at Open Spaces. Having been to bed barely 2 hours before, I am amazed that I am lucid enough to write, equipped only with a cup of hot peppermint tea. I would’ve slept longer, but with the...
Pulling it all together in time for the opening of the Open Spaces final exhibition was a bit like pulling teeth, and hair and fingernails. The other artists had their acts together, but somehow, I was still waffling and rethinking (over-thinking, really) and...
The last few days, and nights, have been really cold. The last few mornings, off and on, it’s been snowing — some mornings harder than others. Sometimes the snow lingers, other times, you blink, and it’s gone. As I approach the Open Spaces residency deadline of 15...
Four years before the first English people set short-lived foot on Grenada (near Megrin in present day Saint David), Guy ‘Guido’ Fawkes was caught red-handed with umpteen barrels of gunpowder, in a cellar underneath the English Parliament building. He was part of the...
Have I said that I love, love old towns? Especially ones with cobbled or stoned streets, painted walls and architectural quirks. That and the possibility of discovering a hidden bit of history, captivates me. This past week I’ve been to the old towns of Aarau and...
It’s tough going, here at the Open Spaces residency—inspiration strikes at all hours, and at all hours I’m either researching online, or in the studio applying my research to canvas. It’ll get tougher, as the end of residency show opens on 15 November, and I’m not...
