ArtistSupportPledge and ASPshows – works for sale

Delighted to have work selected for #artistsupportpledge #ASPshows. The physical show opens on 25th November at Hastings Contemporary.

This drawing was made in response to the structure of tors in the Dartmoor landscape. Worked on acid-free, handmade white deckle edge Indian paper, using graphite powder. It is no.1 of a series of 3.

The rorschach technique was used as a starting point, using just one fold in this work. It echoes the similarity between the tors, the stacks, the granite. But once mirrored, the rocks were expanded into a landscape, captured by drawing the wider vista.

Size: 21.5 cm x 28 cm 200gsm paper (hand made so variable)

Signed by artist in pencil


IM me on Instagram @Severnsideartist to buy £120 + PP (£5 in UK, £15 International). Supplied unframed, mailed out in a card envelope. Or complete contact form here.


ARTIST SUPPORT PLEDGE is a movement, a generous culture and a dynamic economy open to ALL artists and makers anywhere in the world. To participate please follow the simple guidelines below.

post your image/s on your Instagram account.

Add the ARTIST SUPPORT PLEDGE logo and text tiles by reposting (get a repost app) or using a screenshot. You can also cut and paste images above.

give details of the work and price (no more than 200USD, 200GDP, 200 EURO, 300AUD, 300CAD or 20000JPY)

ask for anyone interested to DM you

add #artistsupportpledge NB: singular – one ‘s’ not two

follow the #

when you have sold $1000 (1500AUD, 1500CAD, 100,000JPY) worth of work fulfil the pledge and spend $200 (or equivalent) on another artist/s work

If in doubt do it in a spirit of generosity, that’s all that matters.

Stay connected for more opportunities by following @artistsupportpledge

#floodsnearhome call to action – prospecting future flooding

#floodsnearhome call to action – prospecting future flooding

Disclaimer: I’m an artist, not a scientist or activist. I rely on readily available online data and do my best to ensure the maps and information I share are from reliable sources. But no-one knows the facts because it is impossible to have them. Everything is in turmoil. People used to prospect for gold, now we prospect for facts.

I’ve just made a page about this, because it is important I contextualise the call to action. You may have come here because you saw my Instagram posts on @Severnsideartist.

I shared two photos today on Instagram – one of the flooding forecast for my local area near the Severn:

And a video showing how beautiful it is now:

Find out more detail and how to get involved by visiting the dedicated page #floodsnearhome

Walk Create Gallery #3 at Glasgow University

Walking Publics/Walking Arts  is  a  research project  funded by the Arts and Humanities Research Council  exploring the potential of the arts to sustain, encourage and more equitably support walking during and recovering from a pandemic.

A broad selection of artworks about walking and art during the pandemic. Plenty to delve into on a rainy day – see how artists responded to the questions below.

1. How and with what impact have artists used, adapted and evolved walking as a creative tool in response to COVID-19 restrictions?  

2. How can learning from their expertise and innovations be applied more widely to support more people to walk well, in and out of a pandemic?

I submitted my film As Above So Below, which was selected for Trinity Buoy Wharf Drawing Prize 2020 and was made during the pandemic.

As Above So Below is a brief foray into multiple-angled shots, using a range of processes simultaneously. The set-up was carefully planned and orchestrated, the weather clement and my focus good. And I don’t mean on my cameras, I mean in my mind.  

During lockdown my capacity to give genuine attention was limited. My brain was like a butterfly, flitting about, landing, settling for a while, then off again. I walked to the location time and time again. I sat on the swing, listened, watched and assimilated what I saw, smelt, felt and heard. I gathered various cameras – a 360-degree camera, iPad for animation, video cam for the view. 

My walking body became another lens, of sorts. A sensor. 

The split-frame film reflects my wandering thoughts, the narration edits as it goes.

One exhibition on now and another coming soon!

Those of you who know my work well will be very aware of my interest in the River Severn.

This autumn I am crossing over to the other side, to carry on conversations already begun with like-minded river lovers. First to open is at The Old Passage in Arlingham. Recently taken on by new people, it is continuing a tradition begun by the previous owner – to show and sell work by artists, curated by artist/curator/walker Kel Portman. Kel has been overseeing these shows for many years and always ensures there is support not only for the artists, but for local charities too. 10% of every sale is shared between St Rose’s Special School in Stroud and the Severn Area Rescue Association, so any sale can make a positive difference to the lives of others.


Next up is a film screening in Bridport Art Centre on Wednesday November 3rd at 7pm. I shall be there to engage in the conversations about the films in relation to the themes below. Be sure to book a place as it is likely to be very popular.

Another event in the Stroud area, my work, and other’s, will be installed in a show at SVA in John Street, Stroud town centre.

Curated by Patricia Brien, expect work there to have something to say about COP26. My work will include a premier showing in a gallery of Bev ‘D’ – a poetic study or routine dredging, last done twenty years ago. A provocation the unavoidably makes us consider how much the area may be flooded next time the dredgers are brought in. Just in case you think this may be scaremongering, checkout the projected heights for 2040 – you may be as alarmed as I am. And it may help you to understand it more when you can see what it will be like near where you live.

We’re planning a Sunday Brunch conversation about environmental challenges – date to be confirmed soon. As will names of all the artists participating.

Bev ‘D’ – artist film by Carolyn Black

and I must mention here that at Cosmo Sheldrake is playing at the Goods Shed in Stroud on 29th October. Now I have safely secured MY tickets, you may want to get your own!

Book here

and listen to my favourite album of his here

A year ago today, when we hoped the pandemic would end by December 2020

Whilst sorting out my films yesterday I played “A Star on the Horizon” (below, you may like to watch it first before reading the rest), and considered what it was saying September 2020, and what it means now. It is beyond comprehension that almost a year ago today I had hoped that Covid would stop spreading. One year later, whilst no longer in lockdown, there are still so many unknowns.

Most of the films I made during lockdown were melancholic, and it could be said they continue to be so. This particular one raises my awareness of my inclination to be an optimist. I still am, despite what we have gone through. It is what gets me through these slippery times.

When I made the film I had hope about the pandemic ending soon. Yesterday, when I wiped my storage drive with most of my films on, I was conscious that, though I did actually stop breathing for a split second, I also felt pragmatic. Maybe Covid has taught me that – or maybe it is simply age and maturity? Many years ago, in 2000, a lot of my studio equipment was stolen, including my computer, back up drive and video camera. At the time I was doing my MA in Fine Art and I used philosophical thinking to drag me out from the pit of despair at the loss. You can read Virtual Lobotomy here. Digital media does not exist, in physical terms, it is merely data, so nothing was lost.

That was in 2000, 6 years before my marriage broke up irretrievably . A bit like my hard drive. The words in the essay now have a different resonance, they could apply to the moment I left our family home;

I will get a new extension, but will have to learn all over again how to use it, to make it comfortable to be with. But I will never regain those feelings I experienced with the last one, the nerve endings have been cauterised. New nerves will grow, maybe even stronger than the first. I hope so.

Now things are different. I certainly did develop new extensions, grew new nerves, became stronger, and survived to tell the tale. And maybe this film of hope is part of the process of coming to terms with one’s responsibility in the world?

However, there’s a twist in the tale, because since Covid first hit, we have become a world obsessed with data. Statistics of infections, deaths and vaccinations have taken over our lives. We are increasingly aware of our mortality, of the fact we, in our minds, believe people are more than a statistic. So, whilst data is important, in actual fact, our existence has taken centre stage. And onto that stage climate change and environmental fragility feels more painful, more urgent, even more urgent than us. Well to some people it does. Sadly not to all politicians. More statistics flood in – rising sea levels, temperatures, extinctions.

Like the pandemic, this is a major issue that requires collaboration, working together, socialism. Yet capitalism still holds the reins, pulls the strings of all the important decisions. Neither the planet, nor us, have little value when it comes to economics.

So now I am focusing on a new body of work – one that reflects on where the human race is now and our prospects of a future. It may be even more important that I switch on the hope button, because accepting that the damage we have done to the planet is not reversible is challenging. But we must persevere.

A Star on the Horizon on Vimeo (better quality)

B-side Festival this weekend – hope you can make it!

This weekend the wonderful b-side a festival is on all weekend. Loads of brilliant work to see in one of my favourite landscapes. Sadly I can’t go – but if you do – can you send me some pics of my film being screened please?

It is 12 Circular Walks, part of the Harvest selection showing in the cinema opposite b-side office on Portland.

Am so sorry I can’t make it😥

The process of reconstruction of a cliff face

I’ve been reworking the graphite shadow-drawings of stones, by polishing with cloth, erasing and redefining. I placed the first darker image above the 2nd, the solid rocks of the cliff perpendicular to the ground, where fragments fall. I used the first image to inform the process of drawing into the 2nd – giving it more presence – in an attempt to reconstruct the crumbled elements. Stippled pigment activated with a wet brush, to simulate the marks made on the first drawing. 

The process of reconstruction

Hopeless in its efforts

Trying to hold onto the forms 

That were there before

But have collapsed

Evidence of the solid 

And the disintegrated

Fragments of a Triassic Cliff

Crumbling geology

Fragile world

Starlings & A Tut Tut Tut

Mealworms scattered freely

I stand behind glass watching

A solitary blackbird hops silently down, pecking each offering, one by one

Streams of starlings arrive steadily, unsteadily lining up on the wall, perching on the pergola 

They gather, chattering clicking, calling for more to join, youngsters wobble nervously waiting for the all clear

I step back

Out of their sightline

And whoosh! Descending in a cloud, their flapping wind scattering their target

As they search under saucers and plant pots the fighting begins

I open the door, they rise like a storm, wings cracking like thunder, then gone, in a flash

One fragile fledgling left pecking, awkwardly, unaware of the threat of my presence

When the penny drops it flies onto a sloping wall, sliding down like a child on a stair rail

I wait until it steadies then takes off to find the others

They will be back

I will hear them

Meanwhile a familiar sound, tut tut tut,

A solitary blackbird hops silently down, pecking each offering, one by one

Performance Drawings (by Birds)

starling fledglings noisily arrive, gathering on wall, outside my door, some young and pale, others older

bearing warrior markings, bright white feathers on chests, ruling the roost, descending together, as one

cacophony of flapping, twitchy squacky young birds, shifty sky divers, gathering, preparing, for tricky flight path in

bracing, dropping with speed, then hopping down steps, one by one, leaving white line traces of nervous descent

squabbling, jostling for space, guzzling mealworms, sudden sounds alarm, raising a loud cloud, ball of neurosis takes flight

big fat pigeon waddles, cracking open seeds dropped from sparrow feeding frenzy, leaving pollock splashes on the ground