Artist LC

  I was greatly moved by this beautiful dog’s face and felt I had to draw him. He is no longer here but his beauty and loveliness remains. There is something humbling and sacred about drawing a dog who has died yet is so precious to the owner who still loves them . It is such a touching experience to try and honour this life and so important to capture the energy and the true likeness. I always do my best.

 I am delighted to say that I have a new Poetry Page, through the hard work and dedication of my wonderful husband who has spent a long time getting it right for me, there are audio files and videos of some poetry plus some songs. Hoping it informs and is of interest. See here: http://www.holyway.co.uk/poet/index.html

 I am delighted that my webpage has been updated and fresh images on it presented in a quirky way with additional animated  and still pictures to hopefully enjoy. http://www.holyway.co.uk/artist/index.html Please take a look if you will. It has taken my amazing web designer husband many days to get this right for me. I am so grateful.

It is a wonderful feeling to finish drawing a dog, after many hours of time consuming detail, to find that it is loved and recognisable as the dog. But it is even more satisfying and delightful to get that picture printed and then frame it and send it as a gift. My hope is always to bring delight and comfort, to brighten the day of the person who receives it. This is Santu. Much loved dog. It is so very important, to me, to capture the essence of the dog, not just look like a good likeness of a dog. That is always my aim. It is always a relief and a joy when it comes together.

  I have always loved the exquisite delicacy of Queen Anne’s Lace but a whole flower is way too daunting to undertake. However, as  I sit partially paralyzed, unable to think or read or write, I have some movement in my right hand. I have the time. It will take many hours to break. I approach it a little at a time for that is the only way to arrive at tge final destination of a picture! When I stand back from it, it suddenly looks right and I feel pleased.

  The artist and the soul and God are one. The pastel and the hand are guided by the inner eye that knows rather than the outer eye that sees. When words will not find pathways from the soul, colour takes over and dances on the paper expressing purity of feeling beyond even the capability of words. Words would struggle to contain their meaning.