Studio Sneak Peeks
A blog about my work, research and processes. Printmaking, collage, drawing, folktales, history and wildlife.
The Eel Catcher’s Daughter
Awaking in the early morning, King Cnut saw the eel catcher’s son bathing in the river but he wasn’t a son, Cnut realised, he was a daughter…
Ma Gog, The Wandlebury Giants and T C Lethbridge
in 1959 contraversial figure T C Lethbridge began an investigation of the Gog Magog hills in Cambridgeshire.
The Strange Tale of Elizabeth Woodcock
On the 2nd of February 1799 Elizabeth Woodcock, a Cambridge woman, became buried in the snow in a field near the village of Impington in Cambridgeshire, UK.
The Mistletoe Bough
“They sought her that night and they sought her next day,
And they sought her in vain while a week passed away.”
Of Harvest and Hedgerow
Our modern relationship with hedgerows is largely positive with the popularity of foraging growing as people strive to reconnect with nature and the past. However I was surprised to find that hedgerows were often feared in the past as they symbolised boundaries between the safe, ordered fields and the wild world beyond.
The cry of the Lapwing
You knew he was near because you heard the sound of rushing water and the cry of the Lapwing.
Fellowship of the Grey Goosefeather
“ I am a fenlander, a true fenlander. All true folk of this area carry this token and if in need are sworn to help, unto even their own death, another who carries a grey goosefeather.”
The Quickening
This illustration was first inspired by the true account of Elizabeth Woodcock, a Cambridgeshire Woman who, in 1799 got buried in the snow where she remained, alive, for 8 whole days before being rescued.
Bride and the Cailleach
Have you ever noticed, in the early part of the year, how as the days begin to grow longer, the wind blows colder and harder?
The Seventh Swan
Swans were forbidden. Nobody knew why. There were rumours of sinister ancient magic.
The Buried Moon
“One night in the fens the moon became curious about the tales she had been told of the many monsters that dwelled in these marshy lands and she wandered too close…”