Explore my creative journey through ADHD, plein air painting, and the therapeutic power of watercolour in South London.
Living with ADHD often means a mind that races faster than my brush can move. Yet watercolour—with its unpredictable flows and demand for patience—has become my unexpected teacher in mindfulness and creative calm.
Carshalton Ponds offers everything a plein air watercolour artist could want: historic architecture, reflective water, dappled light, and peaceful atmosphere. Here's how to capture this South London gem on paper.
As an artist whose work often hangs in counselling offices and wellness spaces, I've learned what makes art therapeutic. This guide shares insights for therapists, counsellors, and healthcare professionals choosing artwork for their practice.
In the quiet corner of Carshalton Park, where stone holds memory and light filters through ancient trees, I found a moment worth preserving.
When you paint your hometown, you see it differently. Carshalton Ponds taught me that inspiration does not require distance — sometimes it just requires attention.
In the hour before Carshalton Eco Fair begins, the field holds a particular kind of stillness — the quiet before community gathers, the breath before celebration.
Where history blurs into legend, Anne Boleyn Well whispers stories through the trees. Standing here, looking toward St Mary Church, I painted the view she may never have seen — but the myth is part of Carshalton identity.
At Epsom Downs, when the last horses leave the track and light turns liquid gold, something shifts. This is the story behind my new watercolour capturing ADHD motion and calm—a moment between racing thoughts and golden stillness.
In the quiet morning hours at Epsom Clock Tower Market, before the crowds arrive, there is a moment where history and everyday life meet under soft Surrey light.
How an early morning walk across Epsom Downs became my latest watercolour study—and what I learned about patience, light, and letting the landscape speak.
Watercolour demands patience and presence—two things ADHD makes difficult. Yet somehow, this medium has become my greatest teacher in mindfulness and acceptance.
Why I keep returning to Carshalton Ponds—and what these historic waters teach us about place, memory, and the art of really seeing your own neighbourhood.