have yourself a merry little christmas

May your days be cosy. 

Typewriter achievements

Achievements from the super and satisfying workshop in Typewriter Art a few weeks ago, and running again due to popular demand early next year. Contact  HBP to reserve your place as a Christmas Pressie to yourself!

Typewriter Art

Tutor: Lucy May Schofield

Tuesday evenings 19^th & 26^th February

An intensive two evening workshop in the art of typewriters/typewriter art. A rare opportunity to discover and experiment with at least 8 different models of typewriters to create text as image. Be inspired by examples of artists pushing the medium of the typewriter in their artworks along with historical examples of calligrams and concrete poetry.  You will become addicted to the potential of this wondrous medium and its instant print gratification.

cost £55 (£45*)

Anatomy Paper Edition

Some days I am a machine.

I cut I crease I staple I fold I negotiate I carry I assemble I pack I present 1000 paper publications for Anatomy Projects. 

The physicality of the commission satisfies me.

Highland Air

A late November whirlwind week once again teaching on the wondrous Portfolio Course at Bridge House Art in Ullapool. The moment the train chugs north of Edinburgh my heart swells with a feeling of utter warmth. Perhaps my ancestors were Scottish, I can't explain the love I feel for this part of the world. It was a week of long train journey love, the warmest hospitality at Old Moss Road, observing how to cable knit post Shetland G&T & a vat of local mussels, Full Luminous Moon gazing, Talent galore students for 3 full days of book making, hazy sleeper cabin to a frosty station home. Lovely & Lucky.

Angel of Guidance

My feet are numb, despite being encased in seal skin boots, my shoulders tense, my nose a cold tear drop. I can't warm my heart either, perhaps that's at the core. I've made a wreath, decorated the tree, watched a Christmas classic, made cards, eaten clementines, planned a party, but still the festivities don't live with me. Where is Cary Grant, angel of guidance, to scoop me up and take me skating, make a choir sing and let me see what's under my nose?