In my tiny studio in London I paint every day to create images that come straight from the heart. They are things that I love - romantic, philosophical, contemplative. Mine is the quiet song of rain against a window pane, of naked branches whispering in the wind, dreaming their dreams of spring. It floats weightlessly through wisps of fog on the Thames. A gentle rose in a simple glass jar joins in, weaving an unhurried tapestry of shimmering hushed hues. Here time stands still, a hearty hearth keeping the chill away while unassuming, sweet things soothe the weary soul.