Tails From Provence

Brief Summary, scroll down for most recent post

Some years ago, I packed up my life and moved from grey, rainy Cork to a small village in the middle of Provence, along with my Long Suffering Husband and a small herd of beasts.  Time has moved on. This new and exciting life abroad has become our normal existence.

I’ve stopped riding, due to chronic back pain. Aero is officially retired and enjoying life as the undisputed King of his herd of five. Flurry gazes at me with mournful eyes and wonders why we no longer go tromping through the woods.  We lost a Small Brown Dog and gained a high-octane brown and white goofball.

The LSH packed in his high-paying day job last year and is slowly building a portrait photography business.

I work at the farm where the horses live, feeding and caring for 30-odd horses.  It doesn’t quite pay my livery bill, and I know I won’t be able to do it for ever.  I need another source of income…

and now I’ve rediscovered my long-lost love of art.  Frankly, I am amazed at what I am producing.  Maturity, patience, better attention to detail and a good teacher are all making me into a better artist.  My aim is to earn enough money from my art to keep paying my horses’ livery bill, and (hopefully) contribute to the monthly household income.

Surely that’ll be possible?

The blog as you know it will continue in its sporadic, random way below this pinned post.  For new visitors, you can find out a bit more about my past on my About Me page.

You can view my Art through the top link in the right sidebar (chestnut horse picture), and you can find information about commissions in the next link down (Dr Whooves picture).