A Christian Artists Place


A few little things have happened recently that have brought back an old gripe of mine. That old feeling that as a Christian artist, one of the hardest hurdles is finding a sense of belonging in the church.

Bluebells (I think)


My voice is slowly returning, but coughing like crazy. When it comes to growing things I am utterly useless. I can kill a plant quicker than any weedkiller without even trying so gardening isn’t my thing. My garden is just a square of grass that gets cut by the council. I could plant something, butContinue reading “Bluebells (I think)”