Progress is slow but I have been carrying on in my little studio playing with watercolour. I am deliberately not looking at tutorials in how to use watercolour paint as I am interested in finding out what I can do […]
After a few days spent walking, drawing, testing the ground with my feet and scanning the land with my eye I wanted to learn more about this area and join up some of the dots from conversations I have had […]
This is a record of my research and activity during my four week residential period on a farm in Pembrokeshire, that sits on top of an expansive set of old coal mine workings. It follows my work as I explore the language of this land and my process of making.
For a while now, I have been unhappy with my materials. It has creeped up on me slowly, until the realisation, the fact, is clear. The man-made materials: wire and silk no longer embody what I wish to say through […]
Ivan Grieve talks to us about growing up in the Bohemian North London of the 1960s, his unusual methods of self portraiture and dealing with the Devon rain.
An exhibition of paintings and drawings on show at the Ashcroft Arts Centre, Fareham. Hampshire. Runs until 25th February!
In Spring 2022 I will be the Artist in Residence along the 500km Lycian Way, an ancient trail around Turkey’s Aegean Coast. I will be accompanied by Emincan Alemdaroglu of COMMENTARIVM (Producers of the project), a film maker, and a sound artist.
‘Landscape sketchbook’ it’s a collection of work driven by nature and landscape. Although not historically my main topic it’s been present in my practice since I can remember. Our bodies know more than we do… muscle memory in movements, searching […]
My process, a combination of processing materials and walking in the landscape.
Exploring an artistic process and a connection with nature.
I have now completed another artwork inspired by my time spent at the Textile Residency in Blonduos Iceland. I have called it ‘Evolving’ as it portrays the continuously changeable landscape I experienced involving all the colours that surrounded me. I […]
