SMALL PAINTINGS

AT NIGHT, PINE MARTENS

oil on gessoed and cradled board, 20 x 20 cm, 2025

This little painting is the story of our first night in a cottage in Dumfries and Galloway, Squirrel Cottage. On holiday with my daughter this March, which I have not written up in my blog yet, I woke in the night and found that Lucy had decamped into my bedroom because there were weird noises in hers and she couldn’t sleep. So here she is on the floor on her mattress with little Nonna, and the curtains wide open and the pine martens who were probably the cause of the noise looking in. (We did not  actually have the curtains open) In the morning we found the feeder table knocked over, but when it was back up we had lovely daytime views of red squirrels, woodpeckers and lots of little woodland birds right outside the window. The cottage, an old estate gamekeeper’s house, with kennels in the garden, was surrounded by trees and rather lonely and it very much spooked my horror-film fanatic daughter.

THERE IS ONLY THE HACKLE OF A HOLE WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

oil , sand and shell on a cradled gesso panel, 25 x 25 cm, 2024.

This small painting is from a group especially made for Tatha Gallery’s celebration of its tenth year.
They are part of a new body of work I am making about Tentsmuir and Kinshaldy beach where I walk my dog several times a month, based on a poem I wrote almost 2 years ago (published in Tears in the Fence Literary journal Spring 2023). From it I have taken the titles of these small paintings.

AM I SATISFACTORY?

oil on acrylic on cradled gesso panel, 2024,  7 x 5 ” with a tiny deer-suited figure sitting in the bandstand. The bandstand in the park (La Florida) in Vitoria-Gasteiz, that beautiful capital of the Basque country. Is she/are they singing tonight?

THINGS WHICH ARE NOT

Inspired by another poetry writing workshop – on a starry starry night – thinking about Midnight – little oil painting on board, 2024, 20 x 20 cm, – Things Which Are Not – “For I am every dead thing/In whom Love wrought new alchemy – the day’s deep midnight ” – a bit of John Donne.