“Castle!” calls my daughter from the back seat as we round the bend in the highway. It is our third day in England and we still can’t believe that castles and medieval churches seem to pop up on the landscape every few minutes, interspersed by Tudor buildings and...
My mum was a very keen genealogist, and long before the internet she spent years researching our family history in person, gathering birth and death certificates, visiting cemeteries, hand searching shipping records and writing letters to potential relatives. It was a...
I figure that I am spiritually about 10% Dutch. I lived in Holland for six of the first ten years of my life, and I have wonderful memories of that time – memories that have been soaking back into my veins and reclaiming my soul since the minute we stepped on a KLM...
Our family is heading off on a two month European adventure to discover castles, fairytale villages and unicorns. I plan to sketch them in a golden journal.
Drawing the sculptures at the Living Desert in Broken Hill as the sun sets. Watercolour of “Under the Jaguar Sun” by Antonio Tirado.
A weekend away in sunny Balmain, looking over the rooftops. Not much traffic but no need with a Sydney Harbour ferry almost at your doorstep.
I painted the background to this page before my trip to France, but a quiet space in my parents’ garden in Queenscliff was just the right time to finish it
Not much time for sketching in Paris, so this was my last drawing for the trip. I was flat out with the conference and soaking up everything I could see.
My sister speaks French quite well, and simply groaned when she saw what I wrote on this page. I promise I was joking with my pigeon French!
Beautiful summer’s day. A family drive around the French countryside. Then lunch in a sunny courtyard. Don’t know how I coped 🙂