This is about creative play and expectations. Sometimes I am guilty of expecting my play to deliver results...which isn't particularly playful is it?

There is a freedom in a sketchbook that I relish. Somewhere to welcome an eclectic mix of stuff and that accumulation can be revelatory.

Summer has me craving a little less screen time and a little more ink-on-my-fingers time.

A sketchbook is a little like a waiting room or a filing cabinet for your creative ideas and inspirations…

Thoughts on what feeds our art making and creativity,

There is no one right way to become an artist. This is simply the path I took.

I’m in the middle of a series of new paintings and I’ve been thinking about the process of creating paintings.

I’ve been thinking about what my sketchbook practice has brought to my life and creative life beyond the actual pages…here I share some reflections.

A chat about art books and sketchbooks and what improv comedy taught me about art making…

I’m welcoming in a gleeful disregard for how my sketchbook pages turn out. I’m craving cutting, sticking and colour.

Earlier in my art career, I always seemed to be asking, "Is this good enough?"

I've been thinking about what's underneath that question and the one that's replaced it.

Thinking about the energy we bring to our creative practice…