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March 2021

My first ever blog, hopefully the start of many!

'My Woman Cave' - I wanted to write about my studio today, a very important place for me.  Four years ago I moved in to my studio and it has been a game changer for my art and myself as a person.  Having the space away from home has made me focus more but also a feeling of being grateful to have that space and of what I have in my life! It is a creative space, a space I can experiment with materials but it is also a space for thoughts and feelings.  Art is so very therapeutic and meaningful and in the last wee while I am bringing myself onto the canvas more and more, almost a sense there is so much more to come!

My inspiration for my work is mostly from my studio surroundings, very industrial, hard edges, hard metals, colour, shape, texture, all the things I love to use in my paintings!  And some chaos thrown into the mix.  Things I love in abstract paintings.

The studio building itself is a hub of creativity, makers of Spanish guitars, music, visual art, framing, puppet making to name but a few.

It is truly a place of creativity, the arts (visual and performance) and engineering based on the Clyde side.

(Image: red brick building)


July 2021

I have been a bit absent with my writing but lots going on with creating paintings (for a little show in the autumn here in Glasgow- nothing fancy - watch this space) and participating in art courses but also running them and finally being able to travel home to Belgium. 

Yes I still call Belgium home although I have lived in Scotland for thirty-five years no.  Do you ever not call your birth country 'home'.  I did live there for over twenty years after all.  It was great seeing my parents, all a bit emotional as it had been a while as we all know.  I will try and describe to you what being home feels like so bear with me. For me home is a feeling of being held by your surroundings, your culture, the air, the sea (as from a coastal town), when I walk the streets of Ostend, I look at the shops where some close over lunch which I find comforting, it reminds me of going home every lunch hour when I was at secondary school, where my mum would have a hot meal ready.  Sorry it is taking me down memory lane!  And then there is the language, no one speaks Flemish anywhere in the world, yes Dutch but not Flemish! I haven't even mentioned the people, people that matter to me.  I suppose I am trying to say that it is not always just about people, it is about places too.   

(image: 'Muscar Straat', the street where my grandparents lived')


September 2021






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