nstead, I thought I'd share a special picture with you - she hangs above my nature altar and I bought her from here earlier this year with my xmas pennies.
This is me, as a young girl, lost in a book. I imagine she's snuck into the vestry of her village church to find some peace and quiet, and perched herself on this rather elaborate chair. I adore the handmade frame from reclaimed wood, and its gothic shape - I just love arched windows and doors 😍
I identify with her so strongly... this painting shows so much of my quiet heart, my love of books, the cool peace I found in church as a child (after the hot anger of home), the adventures I went on in my young mind - dreams of Oxford (having read Jude the Obscure as a young teen, I then went to study there aged 18); dreams of Africa (having read Out of Africa, I then spent a year in Kenya in the 1980s); dreams of America (having read Huckleberry Finn, I then married an American and loved in California for 3 years.
Who would have thought when I read these books in my small Lincolnshire village all those years ago, I would go to such places?? I certainly didn't!