
the deciduous conifer
turning colour in autumn
before shedding golden needles
to stitch up the forest floor
ready for winter frosts

the deciduous conifer
turning colour in autumn
before shedding golden needles
to stitch up the forest floor
ready for winter frosts

half close your eyes
squint and see the erupted tree
become a bird, head down
feathered tail pointing towards the sky

the flat straps
branching out
reaching towards more air
reminds me of antlers


Feeding my inner child each day as I come to my creative journal and play. Experiment and focus on the process over product.

Note to self: you are your best source .


I’m not sure how my creative sketchbook differs from my visual journal. Intention maybe.
Perhaps, I think , I’m attempting to develop my art practice within a designated space. A study maybe.
I haven’t really been in the thick of my art making practice since the preparation for my Baltic exhibition back in 2022-3.
This was quickly followed with the writings and (re)drafts of Darkling, my poetry/hybrid collection published in October 2024.
After this 2025 has been a period of extended rest and refusal.
But something has been niggling me. The desire to create with paint again. the desire to play without expectations and outcomes/ products.
I’ve just scratched the itch through scrolling through Pinterest. Adding another abstract or landscape painting to a board that I’ll probably not look at again.
But it satisfied this niggling feeling. Until it didn’t.
It was going back into the classroom. Completing a few days of supply that pushed me over the edge.
The time I gave away for money. The time I’d lost pursuing my own pursuits. And realising that I wasn’t pursuing all the pursuits I wanted to pursue in the time I had/have.
So out came a creative sketchbook, inspired by the 30 days sketchbook challenge created by Cheryl Taves over at Insight Creative.
This is as much as I’m willing to share for now about the challenge, my creative sketchbook, processes and insights.
One of my rules is that it’s just for my eyes only. I want to see how this rule changes my practice. I want to create without fear but with curiosity. I want to give myself all the freedom without worrying about what others will think or say or comment on.
It’s not like I’m hanging on other people’s responses and reactions but I have gotten into a habit of just sharing anything and everything on my blog and I’m curious to see what happens when I keep things to myself.
Just for my eyes, heart, and soul only.
So far I’m enjoying the process of the challenge and I’m reflecting and paying attention to what makes my heart sing, what’s my creative vocabulary, what pushes my energies.
Do doubt whatever I explore within my creative sketchbook will be showing up in everything that I create. In everything who I {BE}. For sure.
I’ve been meaning to share this before now.
It’s a process journal I created for my last trip up to Glencoe.
I sat outside Kiwi, all wrapped up in blankets, and just drew what I saw.
It was another way of capturing to memory and heart my favourite mountain – Etive.
I used a graphite chubby pencil and an ink wash and just played.
I filled the whole journal bar two spreads towards the end there.
It was so much fun. I plan to return and do it again.
No mission. No pressure. No product to sell. No expectations.
Just mindless play. More.
