I’m learning that every winter my creative mojo goes into hibernation; or rather, it changes, slows down and finds other ways to talk to me.

My studio in the garden is cold and dark during the cold winter months; my studio dogs are no longer studio dogs, preferring the comfort and warm of the sofa. The studio gets abandonned. But gradually I realise that this is ok, this is how I function; it’s not weakness or failure; it’s a pause, a slowing down.

This winter I went back to knitting, with the imminent arrival of a baby grandson.

I focused more on noticing what I notice when I’m out walking the dogs, recording the landscape on my phone.

Vertical lines, strong contrasts, exaggerated shapes - these all fascinate me, and it will be interesting to see what eventually will feed into my art.