“I found my bébé !”

It’s snowing! It’s winter, it’s cold and it’s absolutely beautiful. Walking these sodden tracks, skirting puddles and treading through sloppy mud and animal dung, our faces are red and blue and blowing steam as we puff up white fairyland hills. Snow is magic, though now it is fading away and giving over to a soft

Lockdown in Provence

Leaving the house in the shadows of winter, the trees bare and bleak rising toward the cold blue blue sky, we emerge from the village into the light, into the sun, along the narrow roads winding through the rusty vines, filled with wellbeing as we soak that wonderful warmth into our bodies. Locked down in

Back again!

Michael and I have been living in the south of France since the covid outbreak. We bought a little holiday house a few years ago and then recently added a studio to the nest so we could work when we came here. We love it here. We love it with the same concerted passion we

La Ciotat and the Calanques

Our hearts sang for joy.  It had all been so grim and dark on our voyage home from Ireland.  All across England the sky lowered upon us and the nights we stayed were pitch. Arriving in the north of France the temperature sank below zero and we moved south along the autoststrada stopping intermittently at

Shona Nunan & Michael Cartwright’s Art at Cill Railiag Artist Residency, Ireland

We are driving on our way back home to Italy and thought we’d share some of the artwork, drawings and paintings, that we did in Cill Rialaig, Ireland. Thank you Cill Rialaig Art Project!!! You may also like to read the other two posts on Cill Rialaig too: An amazing four weeks    and  

An Amazing Four Weeks at Cill Rialaig, Ireland

It is wild.  It has all been wild.  The weather is tempestuous and volatile, changing quickly from a sunny bright blue day to brooding glowering storms and to dense heavy grey fog that submerge the land into nothing, all in one day and all within hours.  The ground is sodden and covered in bright orange

Cill Rialaig, Ireland

We arrived on the weekend of the great storm.  When we woke in the morning we could barely restrain the door of the house as it leapt out of our hands.  The waves on the cliffs below were spiraling high into the sky, the wind skimming the tops of the waves, gathering its plunder into

Driving through France to Ireland

We have been invited as artists in residence for the month of November in one of Cill Rialaig’s seven small cottages in Ballinskelligs, just off the ring of Kerry on the Iveragh Penisnsula.  Our transition from Pietrasanta in Italy to Ireland took us by road through Torino in Italy and under the great mountain range

Four Weeks in Pietrasanta at Studio Shakti

I must write about this magical month in October before I forget.  Our life goes so fast sometimes, I forget to take note of the extraordinary experiences we have and that are wonderful to share. We just spent 4 weeks in the old medieval town of Pietrasanta where we carved in studio Shakti in the

Bagni Di Lucca Arts Festival

The streets of Ponte a Serraglio, all summer long, have been filled with the sound of music, of people wandering hand in hand through the old shops filled with art, hosted by wonderful characters, artists of delightful eccentricity.  Performances of music, of theatre, of sculpture installations on the river, of acrobats and dancers, of singing,