Plane Trees
Today I walk through London Fields with Molly. Overcome with the beauty of an avenue I try and draw the plane trees again, as I did this time last year.
Today I walk through London Fields with Molly. Overcome with the beauty of an avenue I try and draw the plane trees again, as I did this time last year.
My nails continue to grow. I buy more toothpaste. I make no sculpture.
It's now lunchtime. I am sitting eating spinach and ricotta cheese tortellini, sharing a table with fast speaking French men in an Italian restaurant.
Reaching out for knowledge is a funny thing. It would be good if by doing so the image of yourself stayed the same. But it doesn’t.
Carol in the studio and at the foundry talking about the process of making bronze sculpture
Planning my 25 year exhibition I knew it had to be a Bristol celebration.
So for me it seems everything needs a reason to be, a reason to do. I have a ridiculous work ethic, I think because I just enjoy it, or I have so much I want to do.
The logistics manager has got very angry with the sculptor. The sculptor has been ignoring the logistics manager.
Oh drawing I have missed you. You are the best of who I am. You are kind, not short, not irritated.
Pick pick, the farage kite tears soft underbelly from an upturned sheep too gorged to stand.
Drawing from life, an unconscious reaction to form - written in the life room today 13th June 2016
We live on the edge of a valley, each night the theatre unfolds its play of light as the shadows lengthen.
A sociable time with girlfriends, spent talking, my head filled with chat and restaurants and drinking and tapas and leisure and hangovers and late nights and fireworks.
The preparation for the show in Cambridge is nearing completetion and my thoughts turn back to the studio and to words.
I was chatting to Judy Darley yesterday about John Terry and his poems and how I enjoyed our back and forth of writing when I was away in Barcelona.
Had the most fantastic afternoon with a Merry Go Round horse and exceedingly good company.
Tuesdays pepper drifts into Wednesday's and Thursday's. Never before have I sat for three days and looked at a pepper changing colour.
he sculpture ‘Possibly’ is on display at in the grounds of Glyndebourne
Broomhill lies in one of the most glorious valleys in N.Devon, surrounded by hundreds of acres of woodland and bound by its own stream.
I have never known the touch of my own child but I have heard a heartbeat. I will not hold the fragile yet feisty promise of youth.
Anish Kapoor says that he is a ' painter working as a sculptor '. I think I would like to be a painter.
Every Wed Chippy takes himself off for an evening of self indulgence at the Bristol Drawing School joint owned by artist Carol Peace
In November 2008, I put on a large show in the Paintworks Event Space.
I have for some time wanted to make a pot. I like vessels and am always attracted to still life drawing and paintings that contain volumes.