Four corners.


October sun is streaming through the open studio door, Kamasi Washington’s sax fills the room accompanied by the drone of a solitary bee along with flies bouncing off florescent lights (they drive me mad at this time of year) and I’m cushioned to the right height at the keyboard.

It’s strange how an off hand comment can lodge in the mind. During Open Studios a curator friend mentioned the difficulty some artists, those that work to a commission, brief or submission, can have in initiating their own work. She thought that I (and the other artist friend present,) wouldn’t have that difficulty – put into a blank space we could make work without a brief and with what ever was to hand.

That ‘blank space’ stayed with me. And it grew into the overwhelming urge to clear my studio space.

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The question of does it stay or does it go, disappears as I find myself shouting – I just want to be rid of this STUFF.

So I have a bonfire, take a filled car to the dump, ask friends if they want frames, paper, drawings all in an effort to stop ‘hanging’ on to things. It feels cathartic and now a little scary.

The table is clean(ish), the walls blank. Shelves are orderly, the remaining materials, papers etc, sorted and stored.

This could be the beginning of something or the end.



Open Studios 2018


Gallery 1 – Petiole

Last Year’s Ivy Leaves.

At the end of the no through road that is West Horrington there is a gate. When we came to live here over thirty years ago we walked to the end of the village not knowing how or where the road ended. We found the gate and I was transfixed by the sudden change from village to woodland. I’ve walked these woods almost daily. I think I know them. What a presumption. There is always something new to be seen, heard, smelt and experienced. This year it was noticing leaves and how they are attached to branches. I’d been drawn to the stalks on brown ivy leaves that lay on pathways. I gathered other leaves to study and in doing so learnt the names of trees living in Biddlecombe. At least the names of all I have encountered over the past weeks …… the joy now is finding a tree I don’t recognise, looking it up with the growing understanding that any change or disturbance in the wood invites new species to colonise.

Petiole from the Latin petiolus, or peciolus ‘little foot’ – the stalk that joins a leaf to a stem.

Display table

Gallery 2 – Middle Farm

The farm is quiet. The cows were sold and the land is now worked by contractors. It was once the hub of the village. Cows walked along the lane to and from milking, farm machinery rolled by leaving the smell of freshly cut grass/slurry/feed, mixed with diesel. Hot water and steam billowed out of blue sliding doors on the corner where a tanker collected its daily load of milk.

 We jumped over cow pats on the way to school, heard the night cries of mothers lowing when their calves were taken away. Watched, with a mixture of alarm and fascination, when a blaze engulfed a barn, relieved later to know that no one was hurt and the herd had been moved to safety.

 The farm is quiet. I walk around it. Now a home to pigeons, swallows and bats. A green apron lies covered in accumulated debris in the tanker room. The parlour ceiling is collapsing, rubber tubing snakes across its floor, clusters lie soiled, ten years since their last contact with an udder. Trusses expose to the sky as tiles slide off old stone barns, weeds colonise cracks in concrete pathways and sunlit skylights illuminate stained walls that have all the beauty of old frescos.

 I find ten dried cow pats.

Following – galvanised trough, inkjet print, lead cows.


Restocking the Farm – drawings, inkjet prints, lead cows.
Drawings of milk parlour. Clusters (in foreground) – card, gesso and pigment


Exit through the Bookshop

On going series of books – Area of Interest – documenting West Horrington over the past 15 years. All photographs by Patrick Kirkby.

Barns, Electricity, Marks and Signs, Resurfacing, Sheep, Snow, Working, Flight, Clouds, Utilities.


Fruiting Body

Found in nearby woods, on fallen ash trees, Daldinia concentrica or King Alfred’s cakes. Started with three and added twenty five or more today. They release spores over night so there should be a complete drawing over the next few days.

I have never seen such a dense, light absorbing black.



Since we still have a farm in the village, albeit empty and increasingly dilapidated, I decided to restock it with a low maintenance herd of cattle courtesy of Ebay. Cows, calves and the odd bull (outbid on a milkmaid) are arriving every few days. With livestock transport via Royal Mail and no heavy duty paperwork or vet bills involved, think I’m onto a winner.

Photocopy and lead cows.

Milking Parlour

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Milking Parlour – pastel and charcoal on paper.

I’ve been walking round the empty farm buildings. The area will at some stage be  developed for housing, so I want to record these spaces before they get demolished. The ceiling of the milking parlour has collapsed in places since I did these drawings. Its ten years since the last cow was milked.

16 Receiving Vessels – pastel and charcoal on paper.