Procrastination is a freeze response
Procrastination is a freeze response. By procrastinating we’re not avoiding an event, we’re avoiding a feeling. Trying to push through it will make us freeze even more. Instead, ask yourself gently what feeling you’re trying to avoid, and perhaps you’ll find a way to work with that worry in a way that allows you do…
Art to make myself happy
Yesterday I made some art for myself. Not to sell it, not on commission, just to make myself happy. I’ve missed the joy of painting just because. Painting is a language, there are things I can express only by creating visual art. Going a long time without doing that is like going a long time…
The Happiness Jar
This is something I post at least once a year, something I started doing in 2015 and will continue doing every year since. It’s called a happiness jar, where you put a little note in every time that something makes you happy, so that at the end of the year you can read them and…
The intensity of her life
Watching my toddler walk by, busy with whatever is she’s doing, always moving from one place to the other with a serious sense of purpose. For a moment I thought about following and supervising her playing but then corrected myself: it’s not a game, it’s serious work that she’s doing now. Exploring, learning, understanding the…
Beginning
The starting point for Kindred Handmade was on this beach in Estepona. Last year I was visiting family in Spain for what was supposed to be a short holiday, when the first lockdown started and we couldn’t leave for 4 months. All flights were grounded, all travel suspended. For 2 months we weren’t able to…
Process
I think that in any portrait, the part that’s going to make it or break it are the eyes. The person is there, their character, their story, their feeling, who they are. So if the eyes aren’t right, nothing is going to be. When painting a portrait, digital or otherwise, I return to the eyes…
Art In Use
These pics were sent to me by Oana who has bought this little cat painting from me in January I think it looks beautiful in her living room The thought of something I made existing in someone else’s life is still so strange to me
If I Were A Season
If I were a season I’d be Autumn. I’d be an early evening, light almost faded from the sky, lamp posts turning on in the streets. I’d be a cold, dry but cloudy sky, chilly air that smells of wet tarmac, goosebumps under cozy clothes. I’d be the leaves on the ground, the many miles travelled…
Chemical Smelling Watercolours
It all started with chemical-smelling watercolours.My first memory of making art, of being creative, of enjoying painting. I’m really young, maybe 6 or 7, and at my grandmother’s house. I used to spend a lot of time there. She had bought me watercolours, a blue plastic case with maybe 8 or 10 colours and a…
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