susie david

You know the saying: 'What would Jesus do'?, well, when I get lost or stuck in the studio, when things just don't seem to... flow, and...

I can't remember when I began banging on about having artists gatherings to my artist friends, and my partner in crime, Christopher Cook...

The other morning at the retreat of tide, I went for a swim with a friend after yoga class. The wind was bracing despite being sheltered...

Her e' s to th e untuned radio, to the out of tune singer, to the pitch imperfect, to the out of focus photo, to the wonky horizon line,...

Some observations in the studio occur obliquely to the work being made, such as here where the water of an ink-work spills over the edge...

I went down to the sea at first light this morning for the first of my reports from the seashore for Soundart Radio. The radio show host...

I title this piece of writing with the homophones: seam and seem - words that sound like other words, but the image too appears to have a...

I often remember as a very young child, one of my Mother's paintings on the wall in my bedroom (not this one above!). About the size of...

Here is an open page of my jotter. Drying on the sand. A tiny glistening of very dilute still-wet white ink is just visible. Recently,...

I'm about to drive over with friends to Dartmouth for the exhibition Sea Life. The artists showing are: Jacqueline Duncan, Bill Bate,...

Once, I set up a makeshift studio in the spacious attic of my old family home. It was years ago and I was sheltering after a stormy time...

I am in awe of my fellow artists who enter their studio knowing what they're going to do. I watch from the corner, realising I'm the odd...

I go down to the sea most days. Lately I am gathering photos of the sea's surface. The precious sea. There is no horizon in these photos*...

Susie! Hello! It’s Tom from Red Propeller, how’re you doing? As well as providing us with frankly stunning artwork to sell, I was hoping...

The area is roped off with idiot tape but I slip through. 'Here we all are, a cast of coins, thrown here for diving.’ Though she thinks...

"...And we all adored it." - I hurriedly wrote on a scrap of paper. This was the part of his story that caught me most. It was about a...

Overlooking the river she sat alone in her lookout on stilts. This was too high up for any flood to reach her and there was a touch of...

If you draw yourself, a distant cloud, close up in your lens, you can become a little grainy in photos, a little uncertain, a little...

Thank you for asking. The show seems to be going okay - there are so many visitors. But despite the constant stream of people, I get a...

It is hot in the tightly packed upstairs room even though the windows are open as far as they can go -- which is not very far -- having...