As the veils of the winter dissipate spring is finally in full flow. Sharp frosts still adorn the ground but the latent high pressure has graced us with clear blue skies and warming sunshine. The plants, birds and insect are all more noticeable in our micro meadow. Robins feeding in their pairs, the diminutive wren labyrinthine in movement picks unseen morsels from the trellis and the rose before diving into its well built nest.
The studio had fallen silent, masterclasses on hold as the pandemic induced lockdown bites. With every crisis comes opportunity. In our case it is time. We have been presented with time. Travel restriction and business closures mean we have to stay at home. The studio beckons the oozing of oil paint, the scent of fixers, the feel of canvas.
Over the next few weeks I will be delving into my studio and losing myself in my work. For it is here within the frame of my studio that I can reject the panic, embrace the creative and harmonise my ideas with a physical embodiment.