The Darkling Thrush. By Thomas Hardy. I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that …
Children frequently inspire my work. Over the years I have made many paintings, recording shared moments and encounters . Some of which, also reflect my own childhood memories . Now, when I spend time with a young child, it reminds …
As a child I learned a great deal from loving and looking after animals that were reliant upon me. To see children with a passion who really want to get it right and who love their pets is heart warming. …