Gosh, I've been so neglectful! Call it first-time blogger's block...or good old forgetfulness...but my head has not not been in the right place for sharing. So many jumbled thoughts that just haven't made sense, and consequently studio time has been less productive. Or perhaps productive in a different way.

There's that little wrench of your heart as your babies leave home, physically, and later emotionally, for good. So they've grown up all of a sudden. And you have to catch up. It's a bit hard when you're so close and so far.

And then you get jolted along by something bigger than yourself. For me it was my goddaughter's wedding. Although the vows were some of the most warm and heartfelt I have witnessed, it was the way they honoured those they love and respect that made this wedding so inclusive and big hearted. Of course every little detail of this day was meticulously planned and so very enchanting, but all of it was secondary, to me, to the very personal way they shared the start of their married life. Such an occasion, decked in all its glory and hope, that reminds you that there are stages, and that growing and moving forward are filled with all these wonderful moments too. Which is just what my art practice has always been referencing, the joys and oneness of it all.

Art practice for these last few weeks has been less about capturing childhood joy, and more upon reflection of the essence of it all. I have concentrated on my little paintings, just 30x30cm, as they are just quiet little close up captures, and allow me to potter peacefully exploring pattern and muted colour. I must make a new page on my website to display these pieces, because they offer something quite different in style and tone from my usual work.

But for now, I am ready to let loose on the big stuff again.

I will make a bigger effort to talk again soon,

Robyn