Chicory Summer Wye
Ripple Farm Organics as part of their farming programme, have reintroduced both poppies and chicory to the Olantigh Field just off Occupation Road. In 2010 they sowed the whole field with chicory. The result was breathtaking. It was a sea of pale blue. Each flower becoming back lit early in the morning as the sun rose from behind the Wye Crown. Magical! Not For Sale.
I stayed late on our allotment one evening not realising how dark it was getting. A scarecrow which had always been there suddenly appeared to take on life. I knew it wasn't real but...I was alone!
I built Scary Lady in my studio and after a while I felt most uncomfortable with her around she too seemed to have taken on a life. I felt relief when I had finished this picture and could dismantle her! Wye certainly opens up the imagination.
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Out of the Wibberley Way
Looking out onto Ripple Farm's Organic Field. Growing the poppies is all part of the organic process.
The Wibberley Way is a permissive footpath leading from Wye to the Crown. It was named and opened to honour the late Gerald Professor Wibberley of the former Wye Agricultural College.
Commissioned by Mrs Peggy Wibberly.
Inspired by the poem by
Jenny Joseph. Her idea of retaining a sense of fun and being outrageous in old age really got my imagination
'When I am an old women I shall wear purple with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves. And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter...........'
Click here to hear Jenny Joseph read her poem.
William, a much loved beautiful
Harliquin Great Dane passed to the big kennel through old age.
His owners were naturally distraught.
They commissioned me to paint a small picture of him.
I found that impossible, William was a giant of a dog and loved attention, he dominated the home and still does through a very
When asked what the beam of light was, I told his owners it was
the magic he gave them. They then let out all the tears they needed too.
Plenty of creative
license here. A fusion of different elements seen on my rambles through
Our cat Spanner (he's the white one with the tabby tail) was always out somewhere dueling with his old enemies. There is a tale that says when we die we go over a rainbow bridge and are greeted by all our dearly loved animals who have gone before us.