oil painting

The Early Bird

They say the early bird catches the worm;- or in this case the cheetah.   No sooner had the first e-invitation for “Primary Palette” pinged in people’s in-boxes, than the phone rang with an enquiry.   This adorable cheetah cub was hung in the gallery on Saturday; the interested party arranged a private visit on…

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The Cape Fires – a personal view

Fire, fire, burning bright; In the forests of the night What immortal hand or eye; Could frame thy fearful symmetry? With apologies to William Blake, this poem sprang to mind as 5,500 hectares of nature reserve burnt in the Cape fires a fortnight ago, when I was out on my annual sourcing trip.  The evening of Sunday…

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Tools of the Trade

It is a privilege to have access to the inner sanctum of an artist’s studio.  The strong smell of oil paint and turps is usually common to all, but what differs is the state of organisation – or in some cases – lack of it!  Nadia Kisseleva is a very organised artist.  I have never…

Art Fair in the Oxford Town Hall

The star of this show was the building itself.  As one visitor to the recent Oxford International Art Fair put it; “you don’t need the art!”  Lovers of minimalism would gag at the ornamentation, but whatever your personal taste you’ve got to love the exuberance of the Victorians who threw everything at this building –…

Digbys & Digbys

It was a fellow artist who first suggested in 2009 that I look at Jane Digby’s work.  Always curious, my interest was further piqued by sharing the same surname.  And the other artist was right – it was indeed worth looking.  I contacted Jane right away and told her I was shortly due to be…

A Sparkling Success

There was a definite buzz in the air at the gallery on Saturday.  We had in the last of our guest Artists in Residence for a Day and, appropriate for the time of year, it was the turn of silver jeweller, Sue Chadwick.  Previous purchasers and fans of her work came to meet her and…

Mary Stewart

Mary’s Tree

Many people have a tree or shrub planted in their memory.  Unusually, Mary Stewart planted her own before she died.  One of a pair of sycamores grown from seed by Mary and her husband Grant, they planted the two trees in our field when we first bought Fillingdon Farm in the winter of 1992, before…