The Joy of … Poetry

a woman stands on an outdoor stage, surrounded by huge paintings of wild animals. She's reading from an old brown leather Liberty-of-London letter file

We laughed. We cheered. We shed some tears. The themes of connection , becoming and belonging arose again and again. How could I not write about poetry this month! I’ve just spent an incredible weekend at the inaugural Totnes Fringe Festival, sharing the Rotherfold stage with a group of wonderful people. And, yesterday, my dear […]

The Joy of …

A felt-tip drawing of Disney's Pluto - with long floppy ears and a wide-open mouth he looks ready to spring into mischeivous action!

Disney cartooning When’s the last time you got some felt-tips out? Environmental considerations aside (I’ll tell you about my plans for repurposing spent ones, some other time!) – there’s something about working with felt-tips. It taps into our comfort zone. All those childhood rainy mornings spent, lying on the carpet, lost in a colourful world. […]

How making art helps us cope with the state of the world

80+ white pebbles of varying shape and size form a spiral on a background of sand.

“All we have to do is wake up and change” – Greta Thunberg “All we have to do is wake up, (insert morning routine of your choice) + dedicate some time every day being creative – then we’re in a great position for change” – Melissa Noble Our holiday beach lay less than a minute […]

The Joy of …

A page is ripped from a book. Two words are circled: decidedly middle aged. The rest of the page is covered in turquoise, orange, ounk and purple abstract shapes.

Welcome to a new feature!! Every month, we’ll feature a different form of creativity. Easy things that you can do at home without any fancy kit.  The Joy of … Colour-out poetry Some people find the idea of writing in a book abhorrent – never mind tearing pages out. I used to be the same. […]

Sometimes all the self-help books in the world won’t help …

A badly-drawn cartoon version of me stands next to a crossroads sign. I've got a bright orange dress on. The sign is pointing to Brighton in one direction, and Buckfastleigh in the other.

Lockdowns feel like a lifetime ago but I’m conscious of the after-effects still rippling. I’d moved from Brighton to Buckfastleigh in August 2020, full of enthusiasm for the possibility of carving out a new life. Confident that Covid would be gone by winter. Rested enough from the enforced in-action of the previous 5 months to […]