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🎊 Opening of V&A Dundee opening featuring 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed!' 🎊

The opening of V&A Dundee's exhibition 'Ninewells Hospital: Care, Community and Innovation' was superb! It features portraits from 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' which is exciting! The exhibition runs until September and is really fascinating with lots to learn about the inspiring and innovative medical work of Ninewells Hospital over the last 50 years.

Thank you to those who were able to drop by! 🥰 Thank you very much to the V&A for featuring the work from Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed! @vadundee

Details below of how I became involved from my last post:

A few months ago, I was surprised and honoured to receive an email asking if the V&A museum in Dundee may feature a few portraits from the series in their forthcoming exhibition celebrating 50 years of Ninewells Hospital. Of course I was delighted and said yes! I am so delighted each of these NHS people will be celebrated in such a way, and of course the wider team as the series spotlights and highlights all of their compassion to others in tough times, and self- sacrifice.
(The portrait of nurse Jen from 'Carrying a smile to carry you' was selected to be featured but due to logistics V&A informed me they weren't able to fit this one in too so it will resume in the main exhibition in Ninewells Hospital Ward 7!)
The exhibition runs from Saturday until 14th September, and is free to visit.

#portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #vanda #vandamuseum

🎊 Opening of V&A Dundee opening featuring 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed!' 🎊

The opening of V&A Dundee's exhibition 'Ninewells Hospital: Care, Community and Innovation' was superb! It features portraits from 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' which is exciting! The exhibition runs until September and is really fascinating with lots to learn about the inspiring and innovative medical work of Ninewells Hospital over the last 50 years.

Thank you to those who were able to drop by! 🥰 Thank you very much to the V&A for featuring the work from Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed! @vadundee

Details below of how I became involved from my last post:

A few months ago, I was surprised and honoured to receive an email asking if the V&A museum in Dundee may feature a few portraits from the series in their forthcoming exhibition celebrating 50 years of Ninewells Hospital. Of course I was delighted and said yes! I am so delighted each of these NHS people will be celebrated in such a way, and of course the wider team as the series spotlights and highlights all of their compassion to others in tough times, and self- sacrifice.
(The portrait of nurse Jen from 'Carrying a smile to carry you' was selected to be featured but due to logistics V&A informed me they weren't able to fit this one in too so it will resume in the main exhibition in Ninewells Hospital Ward 7!)
The exhibition runs from Saturday until 14th September, and is free to visit.

#portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #vanda #vandamuseum

🎉 V&A Dundee exhibition featuring 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed!' 🎉

A few months ago I was surprised and honoured to receive an email asking if the V&A museum in Dundee may feature a few portraits from the series in their forthcoming exhibition, 'Ninewells Hospital: Care, Community and Innovation.' Of course I was delighted and said yes! They've chosen three portraits (featured above) and the excerpts from their tales. Dorin, my kind and wonderful bowel consultant has been chosen to feature in her portrait: 'She's simply a legend,' 2020, along with Jennifer, the lovely, cheery nurse who made me smile in her portrait: 'Carrying a smile to carry you,' 2021. And Margaret, the domestic who thoughtfully and generously brings her own lavender spray to make the wards that bit nicer for the patients; this portrait is right back where the individual portraits began and her portrait: 'She brings her own lavender spray,' 2020 will be displayed. I am so delighted each of these NHS people will be celebrated in such a way, and of course the wider team as the series spotlights and highlights all of their compassion to others during tough times.

The exhibition's opening is this Saturday at 11am at the V&A Dundee, so I'm excited for this! The exhibition runs from Saturday until 14th September, and is free to visit so do pop in if you're in the area and have the chance.

Thank you very much to the V&A for featuring the work from Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed! @vadundee

#portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #vanda #vandamuseum

🎉 V&A Dundee exhibition featuring 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed!' 🎉

A few months ago I was surprised and honoured to receive an email asking if the V&A museum in Dundee may feature a few portraits from the series in their forthcoming exhibition, 'Ninewells Hospital: Care, Community and Innovation.' Of course I was delighted and said yes! They've chosen three portraits (featured above) and the excerpts from their tales. Dorin, my kind and wonderful bowel consultant has been chosen to feature in her portrait: 'She's simply a legend,' 2020, along with Jennifer, the lovely, cheery nurse who made me smile in her portrait: 'Carrying a smile to carry you,' 2021. And Margaret, the domestic who thoughtfully and generously brings her own lavender spray to make the wards that bit nicer for the patients; this portrait is right back where the individual portraits began and her portrait: 'She brings her own lavender spray,' 2020 will be displayed. I am so delighted each of these NHS people will be celebrated in such a way, and of course the wider team as the series spotlights and highlights all of their compassion to others during tough times.

The exhibition's opening is this Saturday at 11am at the V&A Dundee, so I'm excited for this! The exhibition runs from Saturday until 14th September, and is free to visit so do pop in if you're in the area and have the chance.

Thank you very much to the V&A for featuring the work from Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed! @vadundee

#portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #vanda #vandamuseum

✨️ 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' goes international! ✨️

I'm delighted to share that prints of 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' have travelled to Australia! 🌏

It is amazing to think interactions conveying such compassion from NHS health workers have been immortalised in portraits and accompanying tales, and this led to some, (mostly from the beginning of the collection), winding their way to Australia, via airmail! I love that these people's kindness is recorded and recognised in this way in the long term, and their otherwise unknown acts of service and kindness will remain, inspiring others. I also love hearing that healthcare workers anywhere can relate and see themselves reflected in these portraits, as they act as a wider thank you to those people, too.

The portraits and tales came about during my recovery from ovarian cancer. Thank you to Georgie from OCRF for seeing the portraits and arranging to buy them. The Australian charity @ocrf have accomplished a huge amount for people affected by ovarian cancer. I look forward to seeing how they will use the portraits over in Aus! Thank you so much @ocrf for this!

Thank you to all of you for being here. Your support means so much.

📸 by Eve Conroy, thank you @eveconroyphoto

#portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #portraitartist #scottishartist #thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerrecovery

✨️ 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' goes international! ✨️

I'm delighted to share that prints of 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' have travelled to Australia! 🌏

It is amazing to think interactions conveying such compassion from NHS health workers have been immortalised in portraits and accompanying tales, and this led to some, (mostly from the beginning of the collection), winding their way to Australia, via airmail! I love that these people's kindness is recorded and recognised in this way in the long term, and their otherwise unknown acts of service and kindness will remain, inspiring others. I also love hearing that healthcare workers anywhere can relate and see themselves reflected in these portraits, as they act as a wider thank you to those people, too.

The portraits and tales came about during my recovery from ovarian cancer. Thank you to Georgie from OCRF for seeing the portraits and arranging to buy them. The Australian charity @ocrf have accomplished a huge amount for people affected by ovarian cancer. I look forward to seeing how they will use the portraits over in Aus! Thank you so much @ocrf for this!

Thank you to all of you for being here. Your support means so much.

📸 by Eve Conroy, thank you @eveconroyphoto

#portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #portraitartist #scottishartist #thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerrecovery

🩷 Five years milestone! Five years post cancer surgery this week! 🩷

Five years 'cancerversary' is here! (though not sure I like that term..)

Five years ago, on Monday 31st March 2020, I had my fateful but lifesaving surgery. Fateful, because it stole my fertility, life saving, because it allowed me to live to today, instead of to the summer of 2020. Ovarian cancer was killing me and had ravaged too much inside. At that point I couldn't be sure I'd make it five years, but I am so thankful I have. I honestly didn't know if I'd still be here in 5 years, so to be here with no evidence of cancer on scans is nothing short of amazing. Cancer has a way of showing you life in a different way, putting things in perspective. Many of you know I'm always calling 'Yolo' over my shoulder, but it really is true, isn't it?

I never knew doing my own art (aside from teaching) would bring so much escapism and healing.
The photo above top left was March 30th, 2020, going in for surgery alone. Five years on and many portraits later, it has been the most awful and traumatic ride of life since in many ways, yet also some of the most amazing, brilliant life moments. Other photos are of Dorin, and my oncology team with their portraits- all wonderful people!

Thank you to every single medic who has cared for me to date. And thank you to all of you! I am ever grateful you're here. Thank you to everyone who's not photographed in my post, but etched firmly in my memory for being here for me. I couldn't be more grateful for everyone's support, both in person and on here, through prayers, messages, and calls. Cancer has affected and touched every single area of my life, and treatment has long-term effects on numerous organs, including bowel, gut, heart, muscles etc etc... but thankfully scans are still showing 'NED'! 🙏

Ps As I write this I've thought lots about my lovely friends who are no longer here, Nicola, and Hamish my bus driver friend from school, dearly missed.💔🩷 Cancer is a mystery. I really hope by campaigning, more don't have to face ovarian cancer or the aftermath of treatment from advanced disease. That would be wonderful.

🩷 Five years milestone! Five years post cancer surgery this week! 🩷

Five years 'cancerversary' is here! (though not sure I like that term..)

Five years ago, on Monday 31st March 2020, I had my fateful but lifesaving surgery. Fateful, because it stole my fertility, life saving, because it allowed me to live to today, instead of to the summer of 2020. Ovarian cancer was killing me and had ravaged too much inside. At that point I couldn't be sure I'd make it five years, but I am so thankful I have. I honestly didn't know if I'd still be here in 5 years, so to be here with no evidence of cancer on scans is nothing short of amazing. Cancer has a way of showing you life in a different way, putting things in perspective. Many of you know I'm always calling 'Yolo' over my shoulder, but it really is true, isn't it?

I never knew doing my own art (aside from teaching) would bring so much escapism and healing.
The photo above top left was March 30th, 2020, going in for surgery alone. Five years on and many portraits later, it has been the most awful and traumatic ride of life since in many ways, yet also some of the most amazing, brilliant life moments. Other photos are of Dorin, and my oncology team with their portraits- all wonderful people!

Thank you to every single medic who has cared for me to date. And thank you to all of you! I am ever grateful you're here. Thank you to everyone who's not photographed in my post, but etched firmly in my memory for being here for me. I couldn't be more grateful for everyone's support, both in person and on here, through prayers, messages, and calls. Cancer has affected and touched every single area of my life, and treatment has long-term effects on numerous organs, including bowel, gut, heart, muscles etc etc... but thankfully scans are still showing 'NED'! 🙏

Ps As I write this I've thought lots about my lovely friends who are no longer here, Nicola, and Hamish my bus driver friend from school, dearly missed.💔🩷 Cancer is a mystery. I really hope by campaigning, more don't have to face ovarian cancer or the aftermath of treatment from advanced disease. That would be wonderful.

'A Pocketful of Lambs' Original drawings
For Sale
Ink

The second edition of 'A Pocketful of Lambs' is fresh off the drawing board and these little bleating lambs are ready to go to their new homes! Celebrating Spring which has sprung, and I think is probably my favourite season, as we've still got all of my other favourite season (summer) ahead.
One from The Goldfinch Gallery, Comrie, has already found his home on a farm, and a second has left the flock, but the other one in there waits to be scooped up and can be seen if you swipe to the end.
The other three pictured here can be distinguished by either running, grazing or standing, and are all ready for sale and framed. They are at a special introductory price this year for the original drawing and frame of £38 plus p&p. Please give me a DM if you'd like to buy, first come, first served. Swipe to see one little lamb in its frame. Size: 11.6cmx16.7cm

Update: Lamb 1 (running) sold

#inkdrawings #penandink #peninkdrawing #penink #sketchdrawings #lambs #spring #springlamb #springlambs #scottishartist

'A Pocketful of Lambs' Original drawings
For Sale
Ink

The second edition of 'A Pocketful of Lambs' is fresh off the drawing board and these little bleating lambs are ready to go to their new homes! Celebrating Spring which has sprung, and I think is probably my favourite season, as we've still got all of my other favourite season (summer) ahead.
One from The Goldfinch Gallery, Comrie, has already found his home on a farm, and a second has left the flock, but the other one in there waits to be scooped up and can be seen if you swipe to the end.
The other three pictured here can be distinguished by either running, grazing or standing, and are all ready for sale and framed. They are at a special introductory price this year for the original drawing and frame of £38 plus p&p. Please give me a DM if you'd like to buy, first come, first served. Swipe to see one little lamb in its frame. Size: 11.6cmx16.7cm

Update: Lamb 1 (running) sold

#inkdrawings #penandink #peninkdrawing #penink #sketchdrawings #lambs #spring #springlamb #springlambs #scottishartist

Yesterday was World Cancer Day.
(Clips: BBC Scotland documentary film, 2021)
Full film - link in bio

I'm a day later in posting this because yesterday I didn't get a chance, due to work stuff, but maybe that's okay - maybe it can be used to point to the aftermath of cancer and its longer impact, once the initial phase of treatment is over.

Cancer is certainly not only about the 'acute response' phase of treatment - there is an aftermath of treatment - and we don't return to life the same. This, of course, looks different for everyone but is true, as Princess Catherine of Wales has spoken out about recently.

I have, however, learned that light can come out of darkness. I've also learned, as the last film clip shows, that we can be heartbroken and find joy at the same time. Those two things can coexist...
And sometimes, the joy can even quiten the ache, and those are moments to cherish.

Tomorrow is my 38th birthday, and I'm so thankful I'm here to see it. 🎂

I have been thinking lots about one of my closest friends, Nicola, who walked through cancer at the same time, then tragically passed away from cancer in Autumn 2023. I still miss her loads.
I also have been thinking of and missing my friend Hamish, who I met as a school bus driver when I was using the school bus. He became like a Grandpa figure to me, which I told him on what, unbeknown to me at the time, was our last phone call before he passed away in Autumn 2023.

I am grateful to have the memories of such wonderful friends.🩷💔
Thinking of everyone affected from cancer.

@bbcscotland
Filmmaker: the talented Rachel and Rowan, BBC Scotland @mmeracquel

#worldcancerday #cancerrecovery #ovariancancer #cancer #artistoninstagram #portraitartist

Yesterday was World Cancer Day.
(Clips: BBC Scotland documentary film, 2021)
Full film - link in bio

I'm a day later in posting this because yesterday I didn't get a chance, due to work stuff, but maybe that's okay - maybe it can be used to point to the aftermath of cancer and its longer impact, once the initial phase of treatment is over.

Cancer is certainly not only about the 'acute response' phase of treatment - there is an aftermath of treatment - and we don't return to life the same. This, of course, looks different for everyone but is true, as Princess Catherine of Wales has spoken out about recently.

I have, however, learned that light can come out of darkness. I've also learned, as the last film clip shows, that we can be heartbroken and find joy at the same time. Those two things can coexist...
And sometimes, the joy can even quiten the ache, and those are moments to cherish.

Tomorrow is my 38th birthday, and I'm so thankful I'm here to see it. 🎂

I have been thinking lots about one of my closest friends, Nicola, who walked through cancer at the same time, then tragically passed away from cancer in Autumn 2023. I still miss her loads.
I also have been thinking of and missing my friend Hamish, who I met as a school bus driver when I was using the school bus. He became like a Grandpa figure to me, which I told him on what, unbeknown to me at the time, was our last phone call before he passed away in Autumn 2023.

I am grateful to have the memories of such wonderful friends.🩷💔
Thinking of everyone affected from cancer.

@bbcscotland
Filmmaker: the talented Rachel and Rowan, BBC Scotland @mmeracquel

#worldcancerday #cancerrecovery #ovariancancer #cancer #artistoninstagram #portraitartist

✨️I'm delighted to share that this beautiful gallery now represent my work! (@gillyartist)
The Goldfinch Gallery, Comrie, Perthshire, has a winter show opening this Thursday 5th December, from 5pm to 8pm! ✨️

(Swipe to see some of the original winter paintings in watercolour and oil. There will also be prints of these paintings and original drawings.)

The winter show is a mixed exhibition featuring a wide range of artist's work, including some well-known names, many local Perthshire artists, and some up and coming artists. I feel honoured to exhibit alongside each of these artists, (list below).

It's been an exciting few weeks becoming part of the artist's collective and volunteering some shifts in the gallery. I love meeting the people who come in.

You are warmly invited to come along to the opening. As it happens, Comrie are hosting their Christmas Village evening, so you can go into each of the shops, and I hear you will be greeted with a warm festive drink.

Hope to see anyone who can be there! 💙

Exhibiting artists:

Philip Braham RSA @philipbraham
Claire Harkess RSW RGI @claireharkess
Madeleine Davenport ARSMA @madeleinedavenportart
Jon Bishop
Shiela Roberts
Kathy Collins
Gilly McLaren
Jonathan Sainsbury RSW
Shionagh Primrose
Linda Farquarson RSA
Lin Pattullo
Liz Kemp
Hetty Williams
Lucy Campbell
and more!

Thank you for representing my work, @goldfinchgallerycomrie
#artexhibition #scottishartists #watercolourlandscape #artgallery #artists

✨️I'm delighted to share that this beautiful gallery now represent my work! (@gillyartist)
The Goldfinch Gallery, Comrie, Perthshire, has a winter show opening this Thursday 5th December, from 5pm to 8pm! ✨️

(Swipe to see some of the original winter paintings in watercolour and oil. There will also be prints of these paintings and original drawings.)

The winter show is a mixed exhibition featuring a wide range of artist's work, including some well-known names, many local Perthshire artists, and some up and coming artists. I feel honoured to exhibit alongside each of these artists, (list below).

It's been an exciting few weeks becoming part of the artist's collective and volunteering some shifts in the gallery. I love meeting the people who come in.

You are warmly invited to come along to the opening. As it happens, Comrie are hosting their Christmas Village evening, so you can go into each of the shops, and I hear you will be greeted with a warm festive drink.

Hope to see anyone who can be there! 💙

Exhibiting artists:

Philip Braham RSA @philipbraham
Claire Harkess RSW RGI @claireharkess
Madeleine Davenport ARSMA @madeleinedavenportart
Jon Bishop
Shiela Roberts
Kathy Collins
Gilly McLaren
Jonathan Sainsbury RSW
Shionagh Primrose
Linda Farquarson RSA
Lin Pattullo
Liz Kemp
Hetty Williams
Lucy Campbell
and more!

Thank you for representing my work, @goldfinchgallerycomrie
#artexhibition #scottishartists #watercolourlandscape #artgallery #artists

✨️✨️The Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed collection has received a parliamentary motion!✨️✨️

Thank you so much!
@evelyntweed_snp

A little while ago, SNP MSP Evelyn Tweed's secretary Scott contacted me to give me the news that Evelyn Tweed had submitted the Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed collection for a parliamentary motion. I was told that the parliamentary motion would remain on the record permanently, and MSPs would be able to continue to support the motion. Scott explained that they are used to raise awareness of important successes in constituencies. I've attached an image of the written piece.

I was very surprised! I was also extremely humbled, very grateful, and felt privileged to receive this. Evelyn Tweed had met with me earlier in 2022, and her and Scott showed exceptional genuine feeling and compassion to the whole story and context of Portraits and Tales.

Scott, Evelyn's PA then travelled to support the opening of the Ninewells Exhibition, (which wouldn't have happened without the kindness and hard work of Ninewells' Pete Simpson and the Tayside Health and Arts Trust). At the time of receiving this news, I had a lot of things happening in my personal life, so didn't manage to share the news, but I will never forget the timing of such a lovely email. It was a huge cheer.

I want to thank Evelyn and Scott, for all their ongoing support, and especially for recognising the self-sacrificial NHS and the vital need to raise awareness of ovarian cancer.

Thank you. 🩷

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #scottishparliament #ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerrecovery

✨️✨️The Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed collection has received a parliamentary motion!✨️✨️

Thank you so much!
@evelyntweed_snp

A little while ago, SNP MSP Evelyn Tweed's secretary Scott contacted me to give me the news that Evelyn Tweed had submitted the Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed collection for a parliamentary motion. I was told that the parliamentary motion would remain on the record permanently, and MSPs would be able to continue to support the motion. Scott explained that they are used to raise awareness of important successes in constituencies. I've attached an image of the written piece.

I was very surprised! I was also extremely humbled, very grateful, and felt privileged to receive this. Evelyn Tweed had met with me earlier in 2022, and her and Scott showed exceptional genuine feeling and compassion to the whole story and context of Portraits and Tales.

Scott, Evelyn's PA then travelled to support the opening of the Ninewells Exhibition, (which wouldn't have happened without the kindness and hard work of Ninewells' Pete Simpson and the Tayside Health and Arts Trust). At the time of receiving this news, I had a lot of things happening in my personal life, so didn't manage to share the news, but I will never forget the timing of such a lovely email. It was a huge cheer.

I want to thank Evelyn and Scott, for all their ongoing support, and especially for recognising the self-sacrificial NHS and the vital need to raise awareness of ovarian cancer.

Thank you. 🩷

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #scottishparliament #ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerrecovery

***Last in this series of Portrait and Tales from a Hospital Bed.....(more to come in the future), after I finish more work on my @beatsoncharity landscape commission***.......

'The Health Support Worker with the Bright Pink Shoes'
Watercolour, ink, soft pastel
Swipe to see progress shots

This portrait is the last (for now) in the series I've shared so far, and she has waited patiently for two years (!) for me to complete her portrait. In June 2022, I ended up in Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, with a flare-up of ongoing bowel issues post cancer treatment. It was in this stay I met Gillian, this HSW. I remember lying in my hospital bed and catching a glimpse of a very personable lady serving teas down the corridor, and it was her cheery, bright pink shoes that caught my eye. I have always loved colour, I'm fascinated by it and its effects on people. In this moment, I noticed that looking at these bright pink shoes in the hospital context, I felt uplifted.
The uplifting effect continued as minutes later, Gillian was at my door offering teas and biscuits, her eyes twinkling and a broad smile on her face. Her friendly, cheerful personality was observed every time she swept through the corridor, serving teas with a beaming smile. Perhaps she wouldn't know quite how much these uplifting moments mean to us, the patients, when we're lying there going through tests, scans, awaiting results, and buried in stressful situations in that time of our lives. A brush of bright pink glimmered through the hospital bays, and Gillian clearly loves and is very talented at her role in Ninewells Hospital. Thank you, Gillian and to all Health Support Workers for all you do for our #NHS.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #portraitartist #figurativeartist #ournhs #ournhspeople #thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff

***Last in this series of Portrait and Tales from a Hospital Bed.....(more to come in the future), after I finish more work on my @beatsoncharity landscape commission***.......

'The Health Support Worker with the Bright Pink Shoes'
Watercolour, ink, soft pastel
Swipe to see progress shots

This portrait is the last (for now) in the series I've shared so far, and she has waited patiently for two years (!) for me to complete her portrait. In June 2022, I ended up in Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, with a flare-up of ongoing bowel issues post cancer treatment. It was in this stay I met Gillian, this HSW. I remember lying in my hospital bed and catching a glimpse of a very personable lady serving teas down the corridor, and it was her cheery, bright pink shoes that caught my eye. I have always loved colour, I'm fascinated by it and its effects on people. In this moment, I noticed that looking at these bright pink shoes in the hospital context, I felt uplifted.
The uplifting effect continued as minutes later, Gillian was at my door offering teas and biscuits, her eyes twinkling and a broad smile on her face. Her friendly, cheerful personality was observed every time she swept through the corridor, serving teas with a beaming smile. Perhaps she wouldn't know quite how much these uplifting moments mean to us, the patients, when we're lying there going through tests, scans, awaiting results, and buried in stressful situations in that time of our lives. A brush of bright pink glimmered through the hospital bays, and Gillian clearly loves and is very talented at her role in Ninewells Hospital. Thank you, Gillian and to all Health Support Workers for all you do for our #NHS.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #portraitartist #figurativeartist #ournhs #ournhspeople #thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff

'For Nicola'
Watercolour on paper
Swipe for poem (or read below)
(Painting shared with permission)

'For Nicola'

Each green leaf softly tinged and shimmerimg gold
Gradually one by one, Autumn lights each tree aflame
As days meander on, its timely poetry unfolds,
The gentleness - I paused
I stopped.
It reminds me of you.

The wind whips leaves: green, amber and red
Which flutter, they sing in the wings of the wind;
I paused,I stopped.
They remind me of you.
A gentle life, of love, laughter and song

This morning I awoke, eyes blinked back the tears,
Heartache pushed down to carry on through each year
Today freed like a bird and apparent to see,
I lay out the memories, and I play your songs

Let their balm soothe my soul
Wrap my heart in whispers of love,
We treasure your life so much; a gift to us all
And up there you rest, in arms of peace, love and light

I reminisce; right back in school's reception, way back when;
An unlikely place to find such a treasured best friend,
You regaled with a twinkle in your sparkly eyes,
Your love for music, worship songs and gardening - what a surpise

And I remember, our laughter resounds, it lit up that hour
Our friendship young in years yet was cast in gold,
A precious one we didn't know would carry burdens untold
Messages, voice notes, yes, phone calls galore
Between softly knocking at each other's door

Cancer came uninvited, and we stood side by side,
Walked unknown paths of sunshine 'n thorns, trying to take it in our stride,
Onwards and upwards we paddled, we together trod on,
Faithfully seeing each other through those long days and nights

Let the memories unfold, just to rightly tell
Of your thoughtfulness and kindness, and
your arms which tightly held
Each loved one, friends, your children,
and you, our special friend
enriched our lives immeasurably, a love that never ends.

So how can it be...my heart tries to tell my mind
Of the ache since you left earth, one more time,
But the answer just returns, again and again:
‘No, it can't be real,’ the mind responds, and it shuts down the pain

The broken world we live in means although no longer here
You are alive in heaven; your memory
(cont. in comments)

'For Nicola'
Watercolour on paper
Swipe for poem (or read below)
(Painting shared with permission)

'For Nicola'

Each green leaf softly tinged and shimmerimg gold
Gradually one by one, Autumn lights each tree aflame
As days meander on, its timely poetry unfolds,
The gentleness - I paused
I stopped.
It reminds me of you.

The wind whips leaves: green, amber and red
Which flutter, they sing in the wings of the wind;
I paused,I stopped.
They remind me of you.
A gentle life, of love, laughter and song

This morning I awoke, eyes blinked back the tears,
Heartache pushed down to carry on through each year
Today freed like a bird and apparent to see,
I lay out the memories, and I play your songs

Let their balm soothe my soul
Wrap my heart in whispers of love,
We treasure your life so much; a gift to us all
And up there you rest, in arms of peace, love and light

I reminisce; right back in school's reception, way back when;
An unlikely place to find such a treasured best friend,
You regaled with a twinkle in your sparkly eyes,
Your love for music, worship songs and gardening - what a surpise

And I remember, our laughter resounds, it lit up that hour
Our friendship young in years yet was cast in gold,
A precious one we didn't know would carry burdens untold
Messages, voice notes, yes, phone calls galore
Between softly knocking at each other's door

Cancer came uninvited, and we stood side by side,
Walked unknown paths of sunshine 'n thorns, trying to take it in our stride,
Onwards and upwards we paddled, we together trod on,
Faithfully seeing each other through those long days and nights

Let the memories unfold, just to rightly tell
Of your thoughtfulness and kindness, and
your arms which tightly held
Each loved one, friends, your children,
and you, our special friend
enriched our lives immeasurably, a love that never ends.

So how can it be...my heart tries to tell my mind
Of the ache since you left earth, one more time,
But the answer just returns, again and again:
‘No, it can't be real,’ the mind responds, and it shuts down the pain

The broken world we live in means although no longer here
You are alive in heaven; your memory
(cont. in comments)

**Some brilliant news!**

It was in Autumn three years ago that team @gillyartist ran in the @crukraceforlife life, and together with supporters we raised an astonishing £7193.50 (plus £1434.13 gift aid)!! The other day I came across this again and didn't manage to share it at the time, as 'life' took over. Thank you so much to everyone who supported, ran, cheered us on, sent support and donated. I love looking back at the races and all my lovely pupils, family and friends who came. Even Dorin (my bowel consultant) and her bowel surgeon friend came to support! Forever grateful for everyone who came.

I am an ambassador for @cr_uk and for @ovariancanceraction, and today, I read brilliant news: at Oxford University they have developed a vaccine which is in early stages, that they hope will prevent and even eradicate ovarian cancer!! This is incredible. This is with initial support and funding from @ovariancanceraction and then £650k from @cr_uk I am delighted Cancer Research have put this money towards ovarian cancer. I was invited to speak at the @cr_uk Scottish conference at the end of 2022, and the speech can be watched in my reels.

Of course, this vaccine is too late for those of us who have been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. But I'm delighted to hear others will be spared the disease; I wouldn't wish it or it's impact (it touches every single area of your life), on anyone. This is why I campaign and raise awareness. On this day, I ran for my amazing, brave friend, Teresa Lafferty, who passed away in February 2020.

Thank you to the scientists, @ovariancanceraction, @cr_uk, @crukraceforlife and everyone who supported our race too.

🩷

#ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerawareness #cruk #ovariancanceraction #cancer @lisaadamswrites

**Some brilliant news!**

It was in Autumn three years ago that team @gillyartist ran in the @crukraceforlife life, and together with supporters we raised an astonishing £7193.50 (plus £1434.13 gift aid)!! The other day I came across this again and didn't manage to share it at the time, as 'life' took over. Thank you so much to everyone who supported, ran, cheered us on, sent support and donated. I love looking back at the races and all my lovely pupils, family and friends who came. Even Dorin (my bowel consultant) and her bowel surgeon friend came to support! Forever grateful for everyone who came.

I am an ambassador for @cr_uk and for @ovariancanceraction, and today, I read brilliant news: at Oxford University they have developed a vaccine which is in early stages, that they hope will prevent and even eradicate ovarian cancer!! This is incredible. This is with initial support and funding from @ovariancanceraction and then £650k from @cr_uk I am delighted Cancer Research have put this money towards ovarian cancer. I was invited to speak at the @cr_uk Scottish conference at the end of 2022, and the speech can be watched in my reels.

Of course, this vaccine is too late for those of us who have been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. But I'm delighted to hear others will be spared the disease; I wouldn't wish it or it's impact (it touches every single area of your life), on anyone. This is why I campaign and raise awareness. On this day, I ran for my amazing, brave friend, Teresa Lafferty, who passed away in February 2020.

Thank you to the scientists, @ovariancanceraction, @cr_uk, @crukraceforlife and everyone who supported our race too.

🩷

#ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerawareness #cruk #ovariancanceraction #cancer @lisaadamswrites

Broken hearts, heartache, interruptions: the journey (Part 2/2) (continued)
They got to work quickly, I was hooked up to the ECG machine and bloods taken.
I read the ECG: abnormal.
I continued to deep breathe and focus on keeping my body calm as my chest pain worsened. The amazing emergency doctor, Dr Price, arranged a CT within a few hours.
Dr Price accompanied me to my ECG, a compassionate, caring, and outstanding doctor, who I immediately trusted. I told him the headlines: my misdiagnosis leading to an advanced ovarian cancer diagnosis in 2020 when I diagnosed myself, lost my fertility, and the psychological and physical rollercoaster of a recovery pathway to date. He looked visibly moved, which moved me. Due to a previous reaction to the contrast CT dye in May, he stood behind me as I was pushed into the CT scanner. It felt more claustrophobic than usual, and the dye tightened my chest further. I kept breathing, kept praying, and felt an indescribable, supernatural peace come over me. I knew Dr Price was right there, too.
He told me with relief back in the emergency room within half an hour that there was no clot in my lung or artery; and if there had been, I would've had to have emergency surgical intervention. I stayed the night, and they continued their investigations the next day. The following morning,a consultant cardiologist walked into my room, who I later learned was the acclaimed, outstanding Dr Hargreaves. His care, thorough investigation, and brilliant problem solving reassured me as I underwent the lined up battery of tests. More abnormal ECGs. I was told by Dr H:
‘I've looked at all your ECGs, and since 2020, (diagnosis year), your heart just isn't working quite as well’…
‘There is a slight anomaly’.
I've reflected on this a little in quieter hours since.
I was told I had pericarditis, inflammation around the heart. I pleaded to be let out for my brother's 40th birthday family meal evening for a few hours, and was allowed on the condition I return immediately if my heart started playing up again. My trip to Rome with my sister and baby niece this week, (brother in law's work conference), was cancelled....
(cont. in comments)

Broken hearts, heartache, interruptions: the journey (Part 2/2) (continued)
They got to work quickly, I was hooked up to the ECG machine and bloods taken.
I read the ECG: abnormal.
I continued to deep breathe and focus on keeping my body calm as my chest pain worsened. The amazing emergency doctor, Dr Price, arranged a CT within a few hours.
Dr Price accompanied me to my ECG, a compassionate, caring, and outstanding doctor, who I immediately trusted. I told him the headlines: my misdiagnosis leading to an advanced ovarian cancer diagnosis in 2020 when I diagnosed myself, lost my fertility, and the psychological and physical rollercoaster of a recovery pathway to date. He looked visibly moved, which moved me. Due to a previous reaction to the contrast CT dye in May, he stood behind me as I was pushed into the CT scanner. It felt more claustrophobic than usual, and the dye tightened my chest further. I kept breathing, kept praying, and felt an indescribable, supernatural peace come over me. I knew Dr Price was right there, too.
He told me with relief back in the emergency room within half an hour that there was no clot in my lung or artery; and if there had been, I would've had to have emergency surgical intervention. I stayed the night, and they continued their investigations the next day. The following morning,a consultant cardiologist walked into my room, who I later learned was the acclaimed, outstanding Dr Hargreaves. His care, thorough investigation, and brilliant problem solving reassured me as I underwent the lined up battery of tests. More abnormal ECGs. I was told by Dr H:
‘I've looked at all your ECGs, and since 2020, (diagnosis year), your heart just isn't working quite as well’…
‘There is a slight anomaly’.
I've reflected on this a little in quieter hours since.
I was told I had pericarditis, inflammation around the heart. I pleaded to be let out for my brother's 40th birthday family meal evening for a few hours, and was allowed on the condition I return immediately if my heart started playing up again. My trip to Rome with my sister and baby niece this week, (brother in law's work conference), was cancelled....
(cont. in comments)

**Broken hearts, heartache, interruptions: the journey (Part 1/2)**

This past week, I had an unexpected interruption. A recent virus, followed by pleurisy, led to strange symptoms that warranted investigation: breathlessness, chest pain, and coughing. It felt like having a long, slow heart attack for a few weeks. As always, my brilliant oncologist was straight on the case, seeing me last Wednesday. Last Thursday 12th September, I got up and got dressed to go into town briefly. For some reason, I had a strong sense to wear comfy clothes, like leggings and warm socks, instead of picking my jeans in front of me. I then had a strong sense to pack my phone charger, which I did, without understanding why. I felt gently led but can't explain it more than that. The day before, I'd passed a billboard on the way to The Beatson Cancer Centre @beatsoncharity that said: ‘You are Not Alone’. In town, I walked past a jumper in @marksandspencer that said in punchy lettering, ‘You are Not Alone.’ I didn't feel well, but felt peaceful. Just as I was finishing, I got a sense to get something to eat before returning to my car, despite the fact I was about to drive home, which didn't really make sense. In the queue for my decaf coffee, my lovely oncologist nurse rang; she told me gently my bloods for clots taken yesterday was raised, and to go to the emergency room at the hospital as soon as I could. I ate my food; now the peace was battled by increasing pressing symptoms and a sense of rising anxiety, which I refuted best I could. I got up and, like the song says, put one foot in front of another, one step at a time. In the past 24 hours my voice had slowly gone hoarse, my chest had crushing pain, I had constant palpitations coming and going, and a persistent cough. I got in my car, put my music on, and prayed. As I drove, I continued to feel held up, supported. I was stopped behind an ambulance for a primary school emptying out across a pedestrian crossing; I was stuck and had no idea how to get past, as I ironically wasn't in the ambulance myself. Arriving in the emergency room, I flopped into a chair telling the nurse, I'm here with a suspected clot..(cont. next post)

**Broken hearts, heartache, interruptions: the journey (Part 1/2)**

This past week, I had an unexpected interruption. A recent virus, followed by pleurisy, led to strange symptoms that warranted investigation: breathlessness, chest pain, and coughing. It felt like having a long, slow heart attack for a few weeks. As always, my brilliant oncologist was straight on the case, seeing me last Wednesday. Last Thursday 12th September, I got up and got dressed to go into town briefly. For some reason, I had a strong sense to wear comfy clothes, like leggings and warm socks, instead of picking my jeans in front of me. I then had a strong sense to pack my phone charger, which I did, without understanding why. I felt gently led but can't explain it more than that. The day before, I'd passed a billboard on the way to The Beatson Cancer Centre @beatsoncharity that said: ‘You are Not Alone’. In town, I walked past a jumper in @marksandspencer that said in punchy lettering, ‘You are Not Alone.’ I didn't feel well, but felt peaceful. Just as I was finishing, I got a sense to get something to eat before returning to my car, despite the fact I was about to drive home, which didn't really make sense. In the queue for my decaf coffee, my lovely oncologist nurse rang; she told me gently my bloods for clots taken yesterday was raised, and to go to the emergency room at the hospital as soon as I could. I ate my food; now the peace was battled by increasing pressing symptoms and a sense of rising anxiety, which I refuted best I could. I got up and, like the song says, put one foot in front of another, one step at a time. In the past 24 hours my voice had slowly gone hoarse, my chest had crushing pain, I had constant palpitations coming and going, and a persistent cough. I got in my car, put my music on, and prayed. As I drove, I continued to feel held up, supported. I was stopped behind an ambulance for a primary school emptying out across a pedestrian crossing; I was stuck and had no idea how to get past, as I ironically wasn't in the ambulance myself. Arriving in the emergency room, I flopped into a chair telling the nurse, I'm here with a suspected clot..(cont. next post)

*** Part Two: @thecourier.uk article ***

See previous post for first part of the story.

A few weeks ago, a journalist from The Courier UK contacted me to ask if they could write about my journey with ovarian cancer to date. This article shares more recent developments and the hope that is to be found between the harder moments post diagnosis. I hope it can raise awareness, ensure others get diagnosed at an earlier stage, save lives, and help others going through a similar journey.

Thank you so much to @thecourier.uk journalist Debbie Clarke for taking the time to write the story so sensitively and accurately. Thank you too to @eveconroyphoto
who is incredibly gifted at photography, and so lovely to work with! She made the shoot so relaxed and enjoyable. I'll share more behind the scenes of her photo shoot on my stories soon.

#ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerawareness #cancerdiagnosis #cancerresearchuk #cancerinyour30s

*** Part Two: @thecourier.uk article ***

See previous post for first part of the story.

A few weeks ago, a journalist from The Courier UK contacted me to ask if they could write about my journey with ovarian cancer to date. This article shares more recent developments and the hope that is to be found between the harder moments post diagnosis. I hope it can raise awareness, ensure others get diagnosed at an earlier stage, save lives, and help others going through a similar journey.

Thank you so much to @thecourier.uk journalist Debbie Clarke for taking the time to write the story so sensitively and accurately. Thank you too to @eveconroyphoto
who is incredibly gifted at photography, and so lovely to work with! She made the shoot so relaxed and enjoyable. I'll share more behind the scenes of her photo shoot on my stories soon.

#ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerawareness #cancerdiagnosis #cancerresearchuk #cancerinyour30s

A few weeks ago, a journalist from The Courier UK contacted me to ask if they could write about my journey with ovarian cancer to date. This article shares more recent developments and the hope that is to be found between the harder moments post diagnosis. I hope it can raise awareness, ensure others get diagnosed at an earlier stage, save lives, and help others going through a similar journey.

Thank you so much to @thecourier.uk journalist Debbie Clarke for taking the time to write the story so sensitively and accurately. Thank you too to @eveconroyphoto
who is incredibly gifted at photography, and so lovely to work with! She made the shoot so relaxed and enjoyable. I'll share more behind the scenes of her photo shoot on my stories soon.

(This is post one, I'll share post two also, which finishes the story).

#ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerawareness #cancerdiagnosis #cancerresearchuk #cancerinyour30s

A few weeks ago, a journalist from The Courier UK contacted me to ask if they could write about my journey with ovarian cancer to date. This article shares more recent developments and the hope that is to be found between the harder moments post diagnosis. I hope it can raise awareness, ensure others get diagnosed at an earlier stage, save lives, and help others going through a similar journey.

Thank you so much to @thecourier.uk journalist Debbie Clarke for taking the time to write the story so sensitively and accurately. Thank you too to @eveconroyphoto
who is incredibly gifted at photography, and so lovely to work with! She made the shoot so relaxed and enjoyable. I'll share more behind the scenes of her photo shoot on my stories soon.

(This is post one, I'll share post two also, which finishes the story).

#ovariancancer #ovariancancerawareness #cancerawareness #cancerdiagnosis #cancerresearchuk #cancerinyour30s

Hi everyone 🖐 It's been a while! Thanks for sticking around.

An update: the good news is my recent scan in June was clear! 🙏 So thankful for this.

I didn't really plan it, but ended up having a pause from this account, as last Autumn and Winter were exceptionally hard. I started new medication in the summer for ongoing bowel related issues post diagnosis, and this drug took months to settle.
I had to find new pieces of work following my job ending.

******

I lost one of my closest friends to cancer in the Autumn, an irreplaceable gem to all who knew her. 💔 I'm still processing it, and still haven't found the words. We walked through life together, and she will always be carried in my heart. We were also diagnosed two months apart, so walked this journey together too. She gave me one of her bags (amongst many other thoughtful gifts), which I carry around with me, a little piece of her. 💔 She was a gentle, beautiful friend and will never or could never be forgotten.

******

Through the Autumn and Winter a lot of processing of other life stuff caught up with me too, and hit hard. The pain of so many things seemed to overwhelm. Hope seemed a distant glimmer too far away. I took a day, or sometimes an hour at a time. I clung to the mast in the storm until I saw it through, like we have to do at times.

I'm so glad those days are over, and that's a distant memory now. I have one more portrait to share with you from Portaits and Tales from a Hospital Bed, before sharing a new exciting project I've been working on! It's a commission for The Beatson Cancer Hospital in Glasgow. @beatsoncharity

Thanks again for sticking around.
Speak soon 😊
Gilly

P.s Photo of my paint trolley for working on my recent large painting ( Beatson commission) Since I sorted these paints, I managed to buy some new @mhpaints and a few other brands to try, which I love! All from my staple art supplies shop: @jacksons_art I also bought @rosemarybrushes brushes which are beautiful to use. I now use my older paints to tint the under painting.

Hi everyone 🖐 It's been a while! Thanks for sticking around.

An update: the good news is my recent scan in June was clear! 🙏 So thankful for this.

I didn't really plan it, but ended up having a pause from this account, as last Autumn and Winter were exceptionally hard. I started new medication in the summer for ongoing bowel related issues post diagnosis, and this drug took months to settle.
I had to find new pieces of work following my job ending.

******

I lost one of my closest friends to cancer in the Autumn, an irreplaceable gem to all who knew her. 💔 I'm still processing it, and still haven't found the words. We walked through life together, and she will always be carried in my heart. We were also diagnosed two months apart, so walked this journey together too. She gave me one of her bags (amongst many other thoughtful gifts), which I carry around with me, a little piece of her. 💔 She was a gentle, beautiful friend and will never or could never be forgotten.

******

Through the Autumn and Winter a lot of processing of other life stuff caught up with me too, and hit hard. The pain of so many things seemed to overwhelm. Hope seemed a distant glimmer too far away. I took a day, or sometimes an hour at a time. I clung to the mast in the storm until I saw it through, like we have to do at times.

I'm so glad those days are over, and that's a distant memory now. I have one more portrait to share with you from Portaits and Tales from a Hospital Bed, before sharing a new exciting project I've been working on! It's a commission for The Beatson Cancer Hospital in Glasgow. @beatsoncharity

Thanks again for sticking around.
Speak soon 😊
Gilly

P.s Photo of my paint trolley for working on my recent large painting ( Beatson commission) Since I sorted these paints, I managed to buy some new @mhpaints and a few other brands to try, which I love! All from my staple art supplies shop: @jacksons_art I also bought @rosemarybrushes brushes which are beautiful to use. I now use my older paints to tint the under painting.

*Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed exhibition, Ninewells Hospital, Dundee*

The exhibition of the Ninewells Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed has been running for nine months now. I was reflecting back to the opening night and realised I didn't share these photos at the time, with the flurry of the festive season.

The exhibition is to reside permanently in Ninewells Hospital and I have really enjoyed hearing feedback and seeing people view the work. I love that it shares the NHS staff's compassion and kindness, from personal encounters, with a wider audience. The exhibition is featured on level 7 in the main corridor.

I am ever so grateful to Pete and Frances Simpson, whose support and hard work allowed this to happen. They organised the logistics and hanging of the exhibition, which I think they did beautifully. Also, I am very grateful to Tayside Health Arts Trust who funded the exhibition and believed in the project from the outset.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supported me doing this, and to all those who could make the opening too. It was a highlight of the winter.

#artexhibitions #artistexhibition #portaitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #paintingexhibition #portraitartists #paintingpeople #scottishartist

*Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed exhibition, Ninewells Hospital, Dundee*

The exhibition of the Ninewells Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed has been running for nine months now. I was reflecting back to the opening night and realised I didn't share these photos at the time, with the flurry of the festive season.

The exhibition is to reside permanently in Ninewells Hospital and I have really enjoyed hearing feedback and seeing people view the work. I love that it shares the NHS staff's compassion and kindness, from personal encounters, with a wider audience. The exhibition is featured on level 7 in the main corridor.

I am ever so grateful to Pete and Frances Simpson, whose support and hard work allowed this to happen. They organised the logistics and hanging of the exhibition, which I think they did beautifully. Also, I am very grateful to Tayside Health Arts Trust who funded the exhibition and believed in the project from the outset.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supported me doing this, and to all those who could make the opening too. It was a highlight of the winter.

#artexhibitions #artistexhibition #portaitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #paintingexhibition #portraitartists #paintingpeople #scottishartist

'Hope' (Swipe to see all angles)
Acrylic painted sculpture commission for North East Scotland 'Big Hop' sculpture trail.

The hare is named 'Hope' (with thanks to my nephew and niece for the inspiration). My painted sculpture is on exhibition in Aberdeen Art Gallery throughout the summer. It took approximately 250 hours to paint this past Spring.

Context: After speaking at the CRUK Scottish conference, Clan Cancer Charity in Aberdeen approached me to ask if I would be interested in being commissioned to paint a hare as part of The Big Hop, the North Scotland public sculpture trail, exhibited this summer. The hares are exhibited throughout North Scotland and will be auctioned off in September, raising money for Clan Cancer charity who support families facing cancer. The trail is one of Wild in Art's public art trails renowned to feature over Britain.

Plaque content in Aberdeen Art Gallery:

Hope's clothes are inspired by favourite Little Grey Rabbit and Brambly Hedge stories.
Her voice is for women who have experienced loss in any form, such as a child, fertility loss, or hopes of children. Often such deep pain is silenced, the empty hole they carry inside, hidden beneath a smile.
The open envelope (on Hope's foot) represents Hope's letter to the world as life builds up around grief. The roses rise up to her heart, representing this loss held in its core. Yet 'Hope' reminds us that emotional pain can be channelled into something beautiful. (Isaiah 61:3).

#harepainting #thebighoptrail #arttrail #wildinart #artistsoninstagram #bramblyhedge #paintinganimals

'Hope' (Swipe to see all angles)
Acrylic painted sculpture commission for North East Scotland 'Big Hop' sculpture trail.

The hare is named 'Hope' (with thanks to my nephew and niece for the inspiration). My painted sculpture is on exhibition in Aberdeen Art Gallery throughout the summer. It took approximately 250 hours to paint this past Spring.

Context: After speaking at the CRUK Scottish conference, Clan Cancer Charity in Aberdeen approached me to ask if I would be interested in being commissioned to paint a hare as part of The Big Hop, the North Scotland public sculpture trail, exhibited this summer. The hares are exhibited throughout North Scotland and will be auctioned off in September, raising money for Clan Cancer charity who support families facing cancer. The trail is one of Wild in Art's public art trails renowned to feature over Britain.

Plaque content in Aberdeen Art Gallery:

Hope's clothes are inspired by favourite Little Grey Rabbit and Brambly Hedge stories.
Her voice is for women who have experienced loss in any form, such as a child, fertility loss, or hopes of children. Often such deep pain is silenced, the empty hole they carry inside, hidden beneath a smile.
The open envelope (on Hope's foot) represents Hope's letter to the world as life builds up around grief. The roses rise up to her heart, representing this loss held in its core. Yet 'Hope' reminds us that emotional pain can be channelled into something beautiful. (Isaiah 61:3).

#harepainting #thebighoptrail #arttrail #wildinart #artistsoninstagram #bramblyhedge #paintinganimals

*A life update: teaching job*

7 months ago my teaching job came to an end. 💔 Those who know me know how much I loved that job. It's been one of the hardest seasons of my life. (Painting is with my nephews and niece)

*****

'It wasn't just a job to me'

It's striking a match to light a fire,
Keeping the spark aglow, fanning the flame,
Passing the passion of this subject on as a baton
Watching colours take flight, as they ignite another's life

The hustle-bustle of blazers, bags and books at the bell
The drum of steady footsteps, creaking floor boards, pull of chairs
The rhythmic sounds, familiar - a comfort, you've come to know so well
The cheer of countless faces, known, nurtured and just there

It's the constant buzz: a ruddy- cheeked call across the playground,
Eagerly, "Miss, have we got Art today?" they stop from play,
That inner kick of matched enthusiasm which lifts your day a notch
The shared humanity, warmth of connect, it's always found that way

Break's over, taking the stairs two at a time I burst through the classroom door
To scan the scores of faces, I read, it helps me check they're alright
Endless chapters of discoveries another lesson begins
Energised by their presence, and all to find, intrigue, rapt wonder, delight

It's assemblies, season's dances, camps, trips or cheered sport matches,
It's break times, chats and chinwags, those in-between 'How are you today's'
Leaves turn orange to green and back again, we invest in them right through
From this work family we sojourn together; a special tight-knit crew

What, 'You actually look forward to a Monday?' others would bemuse,
The infusion of happiness just caught and settled in, I felt at home, it took hold,
Every up and down, this job, it won over and time again
Like a butterfly that flits and flees, the dance inside: I was sold

Because like a magnet teaching drew me, as the moon pulls the tide
The light that once inspired the teens, bounced back - now I'm inspired
Each pencil picked up, a mark, a voice, each one distinct yet true
It brought me joy, I felt alive, that makes goodbye so hard:

It wasn't just a job to me.

*A life update: teaching job*

7 months ago my teaching job came to an end. 💔 Those who know me know how much I loved that job. It's been one of the hardest seasons of my life. (Painting is with my nephews and niece)

*****

'It wasn't just a job to me'

It's striking a match to light a fire,
Keeping the spark aglow, fanning the flame,
Passing the passion of this subject on as a baton
Watching colours take flight, as they ignite another's life

The hustle-bustle of blazers, bags and books at the bell
The drum of steady footsteps, creaking floor boards, pull of chairs
The rhythmic sounds, familiar - a comfort, you've come to know so well
The cheer of countless faces, known, nurtured and just there

It's the constant buzz: a ruddy- cheeked call across the playground,
Eagerly, "Miss, have we got Art today?" they stop from play,
That inner kick of matched enthusiasm which lifts your day a notch
The shared humanity, warmth of connect, it's always found that way

Break's over, taking the stairs two at a time I burst through the classroom door
To scan the scores of faces, I read, it helps me check they're alright
Endless chapters of discoveries another lesson begins
Energised by their presence, and all to find, intrigue, rapt wonder, delight

It's assemblies, season's dances, camps, trips or cheered sport matches,
It's break times, chats and chinwags, those in-between 'How are you today's'
Leaves turn orange to green and back again, we invest in them right through
From this work family we sojourn together; a special tight-knit crew

What, 'You actually look forward to a Monday?' others would bemuse,
The infusion of happiness just caught and settled in, I felt at home, it took hold,
Every up and down, this job, it won over and time again
Like a butterfly that flits and flees, the dance inside: I was sold

Because like a magnet teaching drew me, as the moon pulls the tide
The light that once inspired the teens, bounced back - now I'm inspired
Each pencil picked up, a mark, a voice, each one distinct yet true
It brought me joy, I felt alive, that makes goodbye so hard:

It wasn't just a job to me.

*Finally - my oncologist's time to feature!*
'My oncologist: my care is in expert, safe and steady hands'

I met Dr Barbara Stanley whilst in a fuzzy, bewildered,almost trance-like state, following the diagnosis and its catalogue of impacts. I was aware of being carried in love, but hardly able to talk, (unusual for me you're thinking, I know), staring at bunches of flowers planted all over my lounge, tracing each colour and shape over and over as the sunlight gently flickered on their fresh petals and leaves, full of life and hope. As each day passed I tried hopelessly to piece together the shock of the diagnosis after 18 months of being told: "there's no cancer, you're young." Fast foward to April 2020, Covid raging, and my younger sisters and Mum were with me. We sat wide eyed on the sofa, like peas in a pod, poised and exceptionally focused, contemplating the weight of the grave situation as we met Dr Stanley's twinkling, kind eyes across the video screen. We held onto her every word as she logically guided us through each big decision; firstly whether to have chemotherapy or not. I sat there apparently responsive on the outside, but inside, unable to process how life had turned so awfully and unexpectedly again: my sister one barely 30, the other in her 20s pressed against each arm. Instead of facing a doctor to have a family as I'd always hoped, we faced my oncologist, at 33. Within this place of distress and pain, Dr Stanley's steady and deeply caring manner picked us up and led us forward, one decision at a time. Within minutes we saw I'd been given an expert oncologist: bright, rational, and wise beyond her years. During that summer on chemotherapy I became repeatedly neutropaenic. This was a scary new journey to be propelled on, already weak and aware my body would struggle to fight infection, let alone Covid, but Dr Stanley (also navigating the unprecedented Covid), calmed our fears and answered every question the McLarens threw her way. And oh there were many, to the point I wonder why she didn't just block my email and number. Eventually, a small blood clot was my body's way of saying 'chaps' to chemo, and I began my next treatment(cont. in comment

*Finally - my oncologist's time to feature!*
'My oncologist: my care is in expert, safe and steady hands'

I met Dr Barbara Stanley whilst in a fuzzy, bewildered,almost trance-like state, following the diagnosis and its catalogue of impacts. I was aware of being carried in love, but hardly able to talk, (unusual for me you're thinking, I know), staring at bunches of flowers planted all over my lounge, tracing each colour and shape over and over as the sunlight gently flickered on their fresh petals and leaves, full of life and hope. As each day passed I tried hopelessly to piece together the shock of the diagnosis after 18 months of being told: "there's no cancer, you're young." Fast foward to April 2020, Covid raging, and my younger sisters and Mum were with me. We sat wide eyed on the sofa, like peas in a pod, poised and exceptionally focused, contemplating the weight of the grave situation as we met Dr Stanley's twinkling, kind eyes across the video screen. We held onto her every word as she logically guided us through each big decision; firstly whether to have chemotherapy or not. I sat there apparently responsive on the outside, but inside, unable to process how life had turned so awfully and unexpectedly again: my sister one barely 30, the other in her 20s pressed against each arm. Instead of facing a doctor to have a family as I'd always hoped, we faced my oncologist, at 33. Within this place of distress and pain, Dr Stanley's steady and deeply caring manner picked us up and led us forward, one decision at a time. Within minutes we saw I'd been given an expert oncologist: bright, rational, and wise beyond her years. During that summer on chemotherapy I became repeatedly neutropaenic. This was a scary new journey to be propelled on, already weak and aware my body would struggle to fight infection, let alone Covid, but Dr Stanley (also navigating the unprecedented Covid), calmed our fears and answered every question the McLarens threw her way. And oh there were many, to the point I wonder why she didn't just block my email and number. Eventually, a small blood clot was my body's way of saying 'chaps' to chemo, and I began my next treatment(cont. in comment

'Yesterday you would've been five'
For Lara Faith, my niece, born 28th May 2018.

Monday, May 28th, 2018
The day etched on my mind
And your little life etched in my heart
I held you and didn't know how to let go
Knowing now was and would be forever
The precious time spent with you

The grief doesn't shift, and it doesn't ever leave
We wanted to know you and now we reflect
Yesterday, you would've been five
Your indelible impression is imprinted on our lives
Your tiny hands, feet, and cheeks, so pink and new

We could wonder why forever and we won't ever know,
Apart from its one broken world, and that's all there is to share
But in this grief, we hold onto hope and though wishing you were here
We have this hope anchored deep within, steadfast and sure

You will breathe, Lara, and you will dance and sing
As you should one day in heaven, all of eternity
When life goes on and on and there is no end
Tears wiped away, sorrow and sadness sent to flee

Instead up there we will dance and we will sing,
As you should have on earth, here with us
We'll be together again,
forever, us with you Lara;
we'll be together again.

#watercolourpainting #watercolourartist #babyloss #babylossawareness #griefawareness #babyfeet #stillborncommunity #stillbornsupport #stillbornstillloved

'Yesterday you would've been five'
For Lara Faith, my niece, born 28th May 2018.

Monday, May 28th, 2018
The day etched on my mind
And your little life etched in my heart
I held you and didn't know how to let go
Knowing now was and would be forever
The precious time spent with you

The grief doesn't shift, and it doesn't ever leave
We wanted to know you and now we reflect
Yesterday, you would've been five
Your indelible impression is imprinted on our lives
Your tiny hands, feet, and cheeks, so pink and new

We could wonder why forever and we won't ever know,
Apart from its one broken world, and that's all there is to share
But in this grief, we hold onto hope and though wishing you were here
We have this hope anchored deep within, steadfast and sure

You will breathe, Lara, and you will dance and sing
As you should one day in heaven, all of eternity
When life goes on and on and there is no end
Tears wiped away, sorrow and sadness sent to flee

Instead up there we will dance and we will sing,
As you should have on earth, here with us
We'll be together again,
forever, us with you Lara;
we'll be together again.

#watercolourpainting #watercolourartist #babyloss #babylossawareness #griefawareness #babyfeet #stillborncommunity #stillbornsupport #stillbornstillloved

*Portrait in progress*

A few weeks ago, I had to go back to Ninewells Hospital for treatment for ongoing bowel issues. Unfortunately, last year, my bowel issues from cancer treatment got irreversibly and progressively worse, so I'm now relying on over double the medication and they're looking at other options for ongoing medication. It made me reflect again on my ongoing reliance of my oncologist and bowel consultant team.

This made me reflect on my recent meeting with Mr Yousaf whilst he was in the role of Scottish Health Secretary, before he became first minister of Scotland. After my CRUK speech at the Scottish conference in November, he invited me to meet with him. As part of our meeting, I conveyed my thoughts on the NHS crisis. I explained I believe that:

Sometimes people accept things as normal and accept the status quo, but what happens when a health crisis affects them? I believe it's right, and part of our contribution to social justice and an improved future not to simply accept current aspects of our societies, and cultures as 'normal' or insurmountable problems, especially when people have the power to make a difference.

If we turn the other way from the NHS and perceive it as an untenable crisis, thousands continue to suffer. Their mental health and wellbeing take the hit. It's an established fact that the mind affects the body and the body affects the mind. So, categorically scores of people are continuing to suffer under relentless pressures in working conditions, all while maintaining their smile and professionalism when another of us walks through their doors. (And that's without mentioning challenges in their personal circumstances).

In the context of 'the brain drain,' if something isn't changed for the NHS, we will be losing more medics and staff, hand over foot. It leads me to ruminate about the likes of my exceptional oncologist. If they choose to leave the NHS, when life throws its unexpected and unfortunate diagnoses, where do we turn? We need to value people, value our NHS. I hope to meet with @humzayousaf again; he was enthusiastic about the ideas, and I'll keep you updated!

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting

*Portrait in progress*

A few weeks ago, I had to go back to Ninewells Hospital for treatment for ongoing bowel issues. Unfortunately, last year, my bowel issues from cancer treatment got irreversibly and progressively worse, so I'm now relying on over double the medication and they're looking at other options for ongoing medication. It made me reflect again on my ongoing reliance of my oncologist and bowel consultant team.

This made me reflect on my recent meeting with Mr Yousaf whilst he was in the role of Scottish Health Secretary, before he became first minister of Scotland. After my CRUK speech at the Scottish conference in November, he invited me to meet with him. As part of our meeting, I conveyed my thoughts on the NHS crisis. I explained I believe that:

Sometimes people accept things as normal and accept the status quo, but what happens when a health crisis affects them? I believe it's right, and part of our contribution to social justice and an improved future not to simply accept current aspects of our societies, and cultures as 'normal' or insurmountable problems, especially when people have the power to make a difference.

If we turn the other way from the NHS and perceive it as an untenable crisis, thousands continue to suffer. Their mental health and wellbeing take the hit. It's an established fact that the mind affects the body and the body affects the mind. So, categorically scores of people are continuing to suffer under relentless pressures in working conditions, all while maintaining their smile and professionalism when another of us walks through their doors. (And that's without mentioning challenges in their personal circumstances).

In the context of 'the brain drain,' if something isn't changed for the NHS, we will be losing more medics and staff, hand over foot. It leads me to ruminate about the likes of my exceptional oncologist. If they choose to leave the NHS, when life throws its unexpected and unfortunate diagnoses, where do we turn? We need to value people, value our NHS. I hope to meet with @humzayousaf again; he was enthusiastic about the ideas, and I'll keep you updated!

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting

**3 years cancer free today - 31st March 2023!! ♥️**

On this day, 31st March 2020, three years ago, I had life saving surgery for ovarian cancer, and at that stage, we were unsure how long I would have to live or how treatment would go. My surgery was very successful and then I met my wonderful oncologist, Dr Barbara Stanley, featured in this portrait. (Dr Stanley is just back from maternity leave). There is some tale for her portrait, when I've added colour and it's finished!

Dr Stanley has been an outstanding oncologist throughout; I could not wish for a better one. She is steady, calm, determined, and always always does her very best for me. She has had to navigate countless unforseen challenges, all with such wise skill and care. I trust her and need to; you trust your oncologist with your life. I am so very thankful Dr Stanley chose to study oncology and pursue this deeply self-sacrificial career.

I write this today sensitively as I'm extremely aware and have friends, (a number of who are on here), who have had a recurrence. I don't know what else to say in such hard times apart from my heart is with them in what they face. Although sometimes described as such, this is not a 'battle' we choose and recurrence can happen, despite doing everything we can.

Of course, the memory of surgery three years ago is hard too as it was a double whammy. That was the day I lost the choice and chance to ever have my own children, ever. I will carry the deep, searing grief of that forever.

However...I am so very thankful I am still here! Cancer has certainly given me a fresh perspective on life. I'm trying my best to live with this renewed appreciation for life, especially after very wise advice and a reminder from a close friend recently to do so. Medication helps me with all post surgery complications, bowel issues and menopausal symptoms.

Thank you to everyone who's supported me this far, for every call, message, time spent, prayer, email, chat, just everything. I always say I could not have got through this without my support team. Thank you.

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #oncologist

**3 years cancer free today - 31st March 2023!! ♥️**

On this day, 31st March 2020, three years ago, I had life saving surgery for ovarian cancer, and at that stage, we were unsure how long I would have to live or how treatment would go. My surgery was very successful and then I met my wonderful oncologist, Dr Barbara Stanley, featured in this portrait. (Dr Stanley is just back from maternity leave). There is some tale for her portrait, when I've added colour and it's finished!

Dr Stanley has been an outstanding oncologist throughout; I could not wish for a better one. She is steady, calm, determined, and always always does her very best for me. She has had to navigate countless unforseen challenges, all with such wise skill and care. I trust her and need to; you trust your oncologist with your life. I am so very thankful Dr Stanley chose to study oncology and pursue this deeply self-sacrificial career.

I write this today sensitively as I'm extremely aware and have friends, (a number of who are on here), who have had a recurrence. I don't know what else to say in such hard times apart from my heart is with them in what they face. Although sometimes described as such, this is not a 'battle' we choose and recurrence can happen, despite doing everything we can.

Of course, the memory of surgery three years ago is hard too as it was a double whammy. That was the day I lost the choice and chance to ever have my own children, ever. I will carry the deep, searing grief of that forever.

However...I am so very thankful I am still here! Cancer has certainly given me a fresh perspective on life. I'm trying my best to live with this renewed appreciation for life, especially after very wise advice and a reminder from a close friend recently to do so. Medication helps me with all post surgery complications, bowel issues and menopausal symptoms.

Thank you to everyone who's supported me this far, for every call, message, time spent, prayer, email, chat, just everything. I always say I could not have got through this without my support team. Thank you.

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #oncologist

'Cheer, cleaning and calm'

This is part 2/2 of the set of 'when home became my hospital.' In 2019, in the 18 months misdiagnosis, it's almost too hard to write how low I felt at times during this period, though as always, my pupils provided cheer and inspiration to keep going each day. I desperately wanted to live a 'normal' active life, to manage a social life and work, but as the cancer spread, my social life ground virtually to a halt, and in between 'out of hours' doctors, with another 'urine infection'/pain, I found myself spending more hours on the couch looking at the furniture and walls once again, hoping, praying and willing myself to heal, to battle the reality of the weakness. To manage my work, and be there for my pupils, I did everything I could, managing my home life best I could, increasing rest in evenings and weekends, and then I called on Tracey, who cleaned for a friend. Tracey came and not only blew me away with her cleaning skills but brought something unexpected: a tangible calm presence. As she toiled to make surfaces sparkle, her graceful, quiet spirit literally sparkled throughout the house. The cleaning aromas I love so much were echoed and magnified more powerfully in an aroma Tracey carries with her: her quiet and calm spirit. She quietly checks in with how you are, and genuinely, deeply cares about your life circumstances. In between working, she gently offers her opinion as we chat, her sage advice undeniably belying her age. Tracey has, as I've told her many a time, a gift. Not only with cleaning but with imparting wisdom gleaned from life's challenges and experiences. A gift in reading what lies underneath situations, which inevitably brings calm. Acknowledging pain where necessary, whilst so adeptly pulling back surface layers to reveal sometimes complex reasoning behind situations, Tracey in a nutshell draws alongside you, standing with you in solidarity. Since, Tracey has continued to support me cleaning my house when I ask her, through weakness, recoveries, tough, tough times, and always bringing more than a promise of a beautifully clean house, but a deeply caring and kind spirit. Thank you, Tracey, for all you bring.

'Cheer, cleaning and calm'

This is part 2/2 of the set of 'when home became my hospital.' In 2019, in the 18 months misdiagnosis, it's almost too hard to write how low I felt at times during this period, though as always, my pupils provided cheer and inspiration to keep going each day. I desperately wanted to live a 'normal' active life, to manage a social life and work, but as the cancer spread, my social life ground virtually to a halt, and in between 'out of hours' doctors, with another 'urine infection'/pain, I found myself spending more hours on the couch looking at the furniture and walls once again, hoping, praying and willing myself to heal, to battle the reality of the weakness. To manage my work, and be there for my pupils, I did everything I could, managing my home life best I could, increasing rest in evenings and weekends, and then I called on Tracey, who cleaned for a friend. Tracey came and not only blew me away with her cleaning skills but brought something unexpected: a tangible calm presence. As she toiled to make surfaces sparkle, her graceful, quiet spirit literally sparkled throughout the house. The cleaning aromas I love so much were echoed and magnified more powerfully in an aroma Tracey carries with her: her quiet and calm spirit. She quietly checks in with how you are, and genuinely, deeply cares about your life circumstances. In between working, she gently offers her opinion as we chat, her sage advice undeniably belying her age. Tracey has, as I've told her many a time, a gift. Not only with cleaning but with imparting wisdom gleaned from life's challenges and experiences. A gift in reading what lies underneath situations, which inevitably brings calm. Acknowledging pain where necessary, whilst so adeptly pulling back surface layers to reveal sometimes complex reasoning behind situations, Tracey in a nutshell draws alongside you, standing with you in solidarity. Since, Tracey has continued to support me cleaning my house when I ask her, through weakness, recoveries, tough, tough times, and always bringing more than a promise of a beautifully clean house, but a deeply caring and kind spirit. Thank you, Tracey, for all you bring.

*Cheer, cleaning and calm*
**Update: Sorry folks, I posted this last week and then noticed a glaring mistake (or Mum did, which reminded me it was there, she always checks my portraits), and it annoyed me, so the drawing had to come off and be fixed!😄 I spend hours trying to get the likenesses as alike the person as I can, in the hope they're pleased with their gift. So if I notice something wrong, even a small thing, I want to fix it, as don't like giving up at the last hurdle after so much work.**

This portrait is a work in progress, and is the second of two portraits, (the last portrait is the first of this set, featured on the grid). This tells the tale of the time my home became the hospital, in 2019, pre-diagnosis days. The tale of Tracey, my cleaner, who quietly but faithfully arrived at my door, as she went above and beyond to fit me into her packed schedule, during 2019, in the long months of the long misdiagnosis. I couldn't keep up with my housework, and unofficially, looking back, my home had become my 'hospital' even before April 2020, as I lay resting, trying to manage life, hoping one day I would wake up and get better, one day I'd feel well. That was the lull before the storm. Tracey brought her quiet yet valuable help and kindness to my home and her support was so appreciated.

The tale that accompanies her portrait will follow when the portrait has colour and is finished.

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#figurativeartist #pensketch #pendrawing #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*Cheer, cleaning and calm*
**Update: Sorry folks, I posted this last week and then noticed a glaring mistake (or Mum did, which reminded me it was there, she always checks my portraits), and it annoyed me, so the drawing had to come off and be fixed!😄 I spend hours trying to get the likenesses as alike the person as I can, in the hope they're pleased with their gift. So if I notice something wrong, even a small thing, I want to fix it, as don't like giving up at the last hurdle after so much work.**

This portrait is a work in progress, and is the second of two portraits, (the last portrait is the first of this set, featured on the grid). This tells the tale of the time my home became the hospital, in 2019, pre-diagnosis days. The tale of Tracey, my cleaner, who quietly but faithfully arrived at my door, as she went above and beyond to fit me into her packed schedule, during 2019, in the long months of the long misdiagnosis. I couldn't keep up with my housework, and unofficially, looking back, my home had become my 'hospital' even before April 2020, as I lay resting, trying to manage life, hoping one day I would wake up and get better, one day I'd feel well. That was the lull before the storm. Tracey brought her quiet yet valuable help and kindness to my home and her support was so appreciated.

The tale that accompanies her portrait will follow when the portrait has colour and is finished.

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper #artistoninstagram
#figurativeartist #pensketch #pendrawing #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

"The nurse who brought her will in her back pocket"

She's not in uniform here and it's impossible to count the hours she's clocked nursing in the NHS as a CNS. This is Auntie Ali, who sacrificed her health (life) to care for me. It sounds dramatic, but rewinding to April 2020: I was admitted to hospital for radical abdominal life-saving surgery. The week of the most deaths - Glasgow with Scotland's highest Covid rates. No one was wearing masks in hospital. I'd hugged family goodbye with '70% chance of dying if you catch it' statistic etched in my mind. Mum cares for Dad with Parkinsons, my sisters caught a virus, but Auntie Ali unhesitatingly offered to care for me. She knew it was likely, statistically, I'd be carrying Covid. She drove hours through 'ghost-town' motorways and streets, from Eastbourne to Glasgow, arriving a few days before I was discharged.
She brought her will in her back pocket. I've nicknamed Auntie Ali our own 'Mrs Hinch;' as she sorted, tidied and spring-cleaned my flat from top to bottom, so that it sparkled, literally. The fresh spring breezes blew clean washing scents through the house, and she'd arrange posted flower deliveries in every room. I had no idea how unwell I'd be post-surgery, didn't know I'd re-learn to walk... initially sitting up made me faint. I had to re-learn to go to the toilet, and before I was allowed to leave the hospital. I lay in hospital numb and weak from blood loss. I left hospital early to avoid catching Covid, (I was behaving!). I came out straight into Auntie Ali's care, where I received her 'second to none' nursing, in the comfort of my own home. Each day she made me smile, laugh, and feel reassured, as I sat weakly staring at the colours and forms of flowers for days, too traumatised to read, to watch anything, (to even talk at times) as I tried to come to terms with the losses and reimagine my future. Bit by bit she nursed me ready for chemotherapy, all the while knowing if I passed Covid to her, she was at risk. I'll always be grateful. This tale sums up qualities that are part and parcel of her: a self-sacrificial, caring spirit, who goes the extra mile for each patient. Thank you, Auntie Ali.

"The nurse who brought her will in her back pocket"

She's not in uniform here and it's impossible to count the hours she's clocked nursing in the NHS as a CNS. This is Auntie Ali, who sacrificed her health (life) to care for me. It sounds dramatic, but rewinding to April 2020: I was admitted to hospital for radical abdominal life-saving surgery. The week of the most deaths - Glasgow with Scotland's highest Covid rates. No one was wearing masks in hospital. I'd hugged family goodbye with '70% chance of dying if you catch it' statistic etched in my mind. Mum cares for Dad with Parkinsons, my sisters caught a virus, but Auntie Ali unhesitatingly offered to care for me. She knew it was likely, statistically, I'd be carrying Covid. She drove hours through 'ghost-town' motorways and streets, from Eastbourne to Glasgow, arriving a few days before I was discharged.
She brought her will in her back pocket. I've nicknamed Auntie Ali our own 'Mrs Hinch;' as she sorted, tidied and spring-cleaned my flat from top to bottom, so that it sparkled, literally. The fresh spring breezes blew clean washing scents through the house, and she'd arrange posted flower deliveries in every room. I had no idea how unwell I'd be post-surgery, didn't know I'd re-learn to walk... initially sitting up made me faint. I had to re-learn to go to the toilet, and before I was allowed to leave the hospital. I lay in hospital numb and weak from blood loss. I left hospital early to avoid catching Covid, (I was behaving!). I came out straight into Auntie Ali's care, where I received her 'second to none' nursing, in the comfort of my own home. Each day she made me smile, laugh, and feel reassured, as I sat weakly staring at the colours and forms of flowers for days, too traumatised to read, to watch anything, (to even talk at times) as I tried to come to terms with the losses and reimagine my future. Bit by bit she nursed me ready for chemotherapy, all the while knowing if I passed Covid to her, she was at risk. I'll always be grateful. This tale sums up qualities that are part and parcel of her: a self-sacrificial, caring spirit, who goes the extra mile for each patient. Thank you, Auntie Ali.

"The nurse who came with her will in her back pocket"
(Swipe for details)

Watercolour and ink pen on paper
Work in progress

This portrait is slightly different to the others from the 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed series', but is very much part of the collection. There is a tale to go with it, which I'll share when I have finished the portrait.

Some of you who know me may recognise this nurse...
If you do, please don't tell her yet, as she isn't on Instagram, and I want to keep it a surprise for her 😊

After a tough season in my personal circumstances I hadn't picked up my paintbrush for months, which I have really missed. So it felt good to be back painting again; I can't express how therapeutic and calming mixing the colours and watching the water fuse colours together is.

The full portrait will follow soon.

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"The nurse who came with her will in her back pocket"
(Swipe for details)

Watercolour and ink pen on paper
Work in progress

This portrait is slightly different to the others from the 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed series', but is very much part of the collection. There is a tale to go with it, which I'll share when I have finished the portrait.

Some of you who know me may recognise this nurse...
If you do, please don't tell her yet, as she isn't on Instagram, and I want to keep it a surprise for her 😊

After a tough season in my personal circumstances I hadn't picked up my paintbrush for months, which I have really missed. So it felt good to be back painting again; I can't express how therapeutic and calming mixing the colours and watching the water fuse colours together is.

The full portrait will follow soon.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourartist #portraitartist #portraitpaintings #paintingpeople #watercolourpainting #figurativeartist #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*BBC Radio Scotland - Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed*

Last weekend I was invited to an interview on BBC Radio Scotland's Sunday Show with Cathy McDonald, their show which discusses ethics, faith and reflective topics. BBC Radio Scotland asked me to chat about some of the reflections behind the Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed series. Cathy was so warm and welcoming and I really enjoyed my time on the show with her. We discussed the NHS, art as therapy, facing cancer surgery alone, grief, mental health, ovarian cancer recovery, the pandemic, and the three f's: family friends and faith, which has kept the series going, behind the scenes. I extend my immense gratefulness and thanks to everyone here, for all your support with the series.

The interview is available for 20 more days on BBC Sounds (from last Sunday 8th). I will put a link in my bio if anyone would like to listen. (It can be found at roughly 23:10 on the link)

Sometimes, life throws tough things our way. I used to have this notion that the biggest hard things in life would come one at a time, but over the last few years, I've learned this is not the case. Sometimes they come unexpectedly in multiples, and it's a case of 'sink or swim.' I know some people reading this may resonate with this. And I believe that during these times we can really lean into the kindness that can be found in humanity. BBC Radio Scotland's invite was an example of this kindness; the warm welcome to their studio was so uplifting, and I'm really grateful to each of them for having me. Thank you for all your kindness.

#portraitartist #bbcradioscotland #bbcsounds #bbcradio #paintingpeople #artistoninstagram #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*BBC Radio Scotland - Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed*

Last weekend I was invited to an interview on BBC Radio Scotland's Sunday Show with Cathy McDonald, their show which discusses ethics, faith and reflective topics. BBC Radio Scotland asked me to chat about some of the reflections behind the Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed series. Cathy was so warm and welcoming and I really enjoyed my time on the show with her. We discussed the NHS, art as therapy, facing cancer surgery alone, grief, mental health, ovarian cancer recovery, the pandemic, and the three f's: family friends and faith, which has kept the series going, behind the scenes. I extend my immense gratefulness and thanks to everyone here, for all your support with the series.

The interview is available for 20 more days on BBC Sounds (from last Sunday 8th). I will put a link in my bio if anyone would like to listen. (It can be found at roughly 23:10 on the link)

Sometimes, life throws tough things our way. I used to have this notion that the biggest hard things in life would come one at a time, but over the last few years, I've learned this is not the case. Sometimes they come unexpectedly in multiples, and it's a case of 'sink or swim.' I know some people reading this may resonate with this. And I believe that during these times we can really lean into the kindness that can be found in humanity. BBC Radio Scotland's invite was an example of this kindness; the warm welcome to their studio was so uplifting, and I'm really grateful to each of them for having me. Thank you for all your kindness.

#portraitartist #bbcradioscotland #bbcsounds #bbcradio #paintingpeople #artistoninstagram #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

The Sunday Post article and BBC Radio Scotland:

Happy New Year everyone. A few weeks ago I was invited for an interview with journalist Jan Patience @journojan . I enjoyed meeting with Jan and chatting about art. This was followed by the article she wrote for her column in The Sunday Post, which was very kind and also humbling. It mentions where the series began, in Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, and shares a few reflections.

Following this, BBC Radio Scotland have been in touch and I had a few phone calls with them before Christmas. I've been invited to do a live interview on BBC Radio Scotland’s show with Cathy McDonald this weekend; this @bbcradioscot show shares conversations from a faith and ethics perspective. I'm grateful for the invite. The live interview will take place at BBC Scotland’s Edinburgh studio - I'll share updates in my stories. I think it should be recorded and available to listen to on @bbcsounds after.

Hope you're all doing okay.

#paintingpeople #portraitartist
#artistsofinstagram #artistoninstagram
#portraitpaintings #artnews #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

The Sunday Post article and BBC Radio Scotland:

Happy New Year everyone. A few weeks ago I was invited for an interview with journalist Jan Patience @journojan . I enjoyed meeting with Jan and chatting about art. This was followed by the article she wrote for her column in The Sunday Post, which was very kind and also humbling. It mentions where the series began, in Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, and shares a few reflections.

Following this, BBC Radio Scotland have been in touch and I had a few phone calls with them before Christmas. I've been invited to do a live interview on BBC Radio Scotland’s show with Cathy McDonald this weekend; this @bbcradioscot show shares conversations from a faith and ethics perspective. I'm grateful for the invite. The live interview will take place at BBC Scotland’s Edinburgh studio - I'll share updates in my stories. I think it should be recorded and available to listen to on @bbcsounds after.

Hope you're all doing okay.

#paintingpeople #portraitartist
#artistsofinstagram #artistoninstagram
#portraitpaintings #artnews #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*Clear scan for Christmas 2022* 🙏

(Painting: 'Then I breathed in'
Watercolour and soft pastel)

I'm relieved and thankful that my recent CT scan was clear.
My health has been increasingly challenging for months; but it took a bad dip in October and I ended up in hospital again for treatment. I have been recovering since and within that time the CT was arranged. Things are not straightforward however, and due to the ongoing symptoms and side effects I'm battling with, I have some more hospital investigations early next year. But while I'm under close review, the clear scan has given me hope. The reality of an advanced ovarian cancer diagnosis is living in between scans, making the best of life, but I can never take a clear scan for granted. Thank you so much again for all your support.
Personal circumstances has made life very tough in recent months and to quote the poem I recently shared part of, finding the 'pieces broken and splintered in pieces at my feet' has been the reality, as again I take one hour and one day at a time. 'Finding the joy' isn't now only a mantra to live by, a choice to look for, but one to cling onto to get through. However, I've learned in the last few years enough to know that the small flame within me will keep burning, and hopes for fresh hope in 2023. I'm so thankful for the people that keep this flame alight, thank you. There's another series of Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed round the corner, (from my June hospital stay this year), and some other surpising things in the pipeline lined up for Portraits and Tales at the start of the year, which I'll share soon. I'll keep stories updated.
Meanwhile, I hope wherever this Christmas finds you, you have a lovely one and find things to cherish.
For me Christmas is about fresh hope and love to a broken world.
Merry Christmas to you,
Gilly

#watercolourartist #watercolourpainting #watercolourlandscape #watercolouronpaper #artistoninstagram #winterlandscape #winterpainting

*Clear scan for Christmas 2022* 🙏

(Painting: 'Then I breathed in'
Watercolour and soft pastel)

I'm relieved and thankful that my recent CT scan was clear.
My health has been increasingly challenging for months; but it took a bad dip in October and I ended up in hospital again for treatment. I have been recovering since and within that time the CT was arranged. Things are not straightforward however, and due to the ongoing symptoms and side effects I'm battling with, I have some more hospital investigations early next year. But while I'm under close review, the clear scan has given me hope. The reality of an advanced ovarian cancer diagnosis is living in between scans, making the best of life, but I can never take a clear scan for granted. Thank you so much again for all your support.
Personal circumstances has made life very tough in recent months and to quote the poem I recently shared part of, finding the 'pieces broken and splintered in pieces at my feet' has been the reality, as again I take one hour and one day at a time. 'Finding the joy' isn't now only a mantra to live by, a choice to look for, but one to cling onto to get through. However, I've learned in the last few years enough to know that the small flame within me will keep burning, and hopes for fresh hope in 2023. I'm so thankful for the people that keep this flame alight, thank you. There's another series of Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed round the corner, (from my June hospital stay this year), and some other surpising things in the pipeline lined up for Portraits and Tales at the start of the year, which I'll share soon. I'll keep stories updated.
Meanwhile, I hope wherever this Christmas finds you, you have a lovely one and find things to cherish.
For me Christmas is about fresh hope and love to a broken world.
Merry Christmas to you,
Gilly

#watercolourartist #watercolourpainting #watercolourlandscape #watercolouronpaper #artistoninstagram #winterlandscape #winterpainting

**Cancer Research: Scottish Cancer Conference 2022**

This year I was invited to be the patient speaker by Cancer Research at the 2022 Scottish Cancer Conference, held in Edinburgh, at Surgeon's Quarter. It was a real honour and privilege to be invited and join this year's conference, and I'm so grateful to @cr_uk for having me. This invite came during a very tough time in my personal circumstances, and it was really encouraging to have this as a focus. It is always my intention to do what I can, in a small way, to raise awareness of Ovarian Cancer, and hopefully prevent other people facing the devastation of the impact it has had on my life. I also want to raise awareness with both medics and the public about cancer affecting younger people, as it is imperative people understand we are #nevertooyoung.

Thank you so much Cancer Research for having me. I really enjoyed meeting Michelle Mitchell, Cancer Research's CEO. Michelle is a thoroughly approachable and caring person who was lovely to talk with and I appreciated her spending the time with me. I'm also very grateful to Lucia and Mum for coming with me and to Lisa Adams from @cr_uk, as like I've shared on my stories recently, this is a somewhat 'hidden' disability, but they supported me amazingly throughout the day.

The recording of my speech is in the reels section on here: it covers raw, sensitive topics including cancer diagnosis and fertility loss, so if you would find these topics triggering or upsetting please don't watch it. I've also placed a link to the recording which can be watched on You tube in my bio.

Thank you everyone for the support on here.

#paintingpeople #artistoninstagram #portraitartist #portraitpaintings #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #figurativeartist #cancerresearchuk #cruk

**Cancer Research: Scottish Cancer Conference 2022**

This year I was invited to be the patient speaker by Cancer Research at the 2022 Scottish Cancer Conference, held in Edinburgh, at Surgeon's Quarter. It was a real honour and privilege to be invited and join this year's conference, and I'm so grateful to @cr_uk for having me. This invite came during a very tough time in my personal circumstances, and it was really encouraging to have this as a focus. It is always my intention to do what I can, in a small way, to raise awareness of Ovarian Cancer, and hopefully prevent other people facing the devastation of the impact it has had on my life. I also want to raise awareness with both medics and the public about cancer affecting younger people, as it is imperative people understand we are #nevertooyoung.

Thank you so much Cancer Research for having me. I really enjoyed meeting Michelle Mitchell, Cancer Research's CEO. Michelle is a thoroughly approachable and caring person who was lovely to talk with and I appreciated her spending the time with me. I'm also very grateful to Lucia and Mum for coming with me and to Lisa Adams from @cr_uk, as like I've shared on my stories recently, this is a somewhat 'hidden' disability, but they supported me amazingly throughout the day.

The recording of my speech is in the reels section on here: it covers raw, sensitive topics including cancer diagnosis and fertility loss, so if you would find these topics triggering or upsetting please don't watch it. I've also placed a link to the recording which can be watched on You tube in my bio.

Thank you everyone for the support on here.

#paintingpeople #artistoninstagram #portraitartist #portraitpaintings #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #figurativeartist #cancerresearchuk #cruk

**News** - First exhibition -
'Back where it all began:
Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed'

--(Images: Glimmers of light from portraits)--

I realise I've been quiet on here for a while due to personal circumstances, and my health has been difficult lately. However, a few exciting things are lined up in the next week. I can hardly believe it's happening, but this Friday 25th November is the opening of the first exhibition of 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed!' Around January 2021, the wheels started turning towards realising this vision. It felt a pipe-dream to see the collection exhibited where it began, displayed on the walls of Ninewells Hospital, Dundee. It was in ward 7, when recovering from ovarian cancer treatment in December 2020 that the series was born. One morning, immersed in the daily hive of activity around handover time, I decided to draw. Fast forward to this year: to liaising with an incredible team of people who have supported and believed in my artwork. They've worked tirelessly behind the scenes to secure the exhibition, and finally this dream is actually coming true. On Friday 25th November at 5pm there will be an opening for invited family and friends, and the team of Ninewells staff portrayed in the series so far. The plan is for me to deliver a speech, (along with a few invited others), then present the staff with the print of their portrait, to thank them. We plan to livestream the event from my Instagram (just around 5pm). I have so valued the support on here through this rollercoaster journey, (the recovery and aftermath of the diagnosis. I look forward to highlighting the NHS staff's compassion and kindness. The 22 Portraits and Tales will reside as part of the permanent collection, in the main corridor of level 7 in Ninewells Hospital. (Series 3 to be started when I pick up my paintbrush again, soon I hope). @stv.news plan to cover the story, filming the setting up of the exhibition, and several other newspapers are set to feature the story - I will keep updates on stories, so tune in on here!

#paintingpeople #figurativeartist #artistoninstagram #portraitartist #portraitpaintings #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

**News** - First exhibition -
'Back where it all began:
Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed'

--(Images: Glimmers of light from portraits)--

I realise I've been quiet on here for a while due to personal circumstances, and my health has been difficult lately. However, a few exciting things are lined up in the next week. I can hardly believe it's happening, but this Friday 25th November is the opening of the first exhibition of 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed!' Around January 2021, the wheels started turning towards realising this vision. It felt a pipe-dream to see the collection exhibited where it began, displayed on the walls of Ninewells Hospital, Dundee. It was in ward 7, when recovering from ovarian cancer treatment in December 2020 that the series was born. One morning, immersed in the daily hive of activity around handover time, I decided to draw. Fast forward to this year: to liaising with an incredible team of people who have supported and believed in my artwork. They've worked tirelessly behind the scenes to secure the exhibition, and finally this dream is actually coming true. On Friday 25th November at 5pm there will be an opening for invited family and friends, and the team of Ninewells staff portrayed in the series so far. The plan is for me to deliver a speech, (along with a few invited others), then present the staff with the print of their portrait, to thank them. We plan to livestream the event from my Instagram (just around 5pm). I have so valued the support on here through this rollercoaster journey, (the recovery and aftermath of the diagnosis. I look forward to highlighting the NHS staff's compassion and kindness. The 22 Portraits and Tales will reside as part of the permanent collection, in the main corridor of level 7 in Ninewells Hospital. (Series 3 to be started when I pick up my paintbrush again, soon I hope). @stv.news plan to cover the story, filming the setting up of the exhibition, and several other newspapers are set to feature the story - I will keep updates on stories, so tune in on here!

#paintingpeople #figurativeartist #artistoninstagram #portraitartist #portraitpaintings #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

**Carolyn MacGillivray, (my CNS), is a finalist in the Scottish Health Awards, People's Choice Awards 2022**
---Voting closes Sunday 16th October.
I'll put the link in my bio and in stories to vote for Carolyn. ---

Carolyn is so deserving of this award and I'd love to see her win it. Visit @nhsggc to see this painting and some of the words from her 'portrait and tale' used in her nomination.

*'The nurse with the diamond heart'*

This portrait features 'Carolyn,' my oncology Clinical Nurse Specialist from the Beatson.
Parts from her 'tale' -
Carolyn was a soothing voice amidst the terrifying whirl; I trusted her, she seemed the perfect balance of a kind and sensitive listener, and a nurturing, caring and experienced nurse.
Having a reliable, friendly nurse, a steady familiar voice in a whirlwind of changes was so valued. Carolyn was always there to phone; a reassuring steady voice. My family and me were still reeling at being in 'cancer land' in lockdown in the first place. Carolyn nursed many an evening over the phone, skilfully sifting through symptoms, deciding what was urgent. Chemotherapy caused neutropenia and then a blood clot, yet Carolyn gently steered us through anxious hours, liaising between us and my super oncologist. I'm always in awe at how she gets through her multitude of tasks, and numerous times felt overcome with gratitude when before home time she'd call to check in. She'd never rush me; I wouldn't have blamed her after a long and strenuous day during the pandemic, yet I always left the call reassured I was in safe and very caring hands. Her sparkly, diamond eyes reveal her diamond heart, and, since the day I met her this has only grown more true as she's cared for me. Though no one chooses to walk this journey, I couldn't wish for a better CNS nurse walking it with me.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist #figurativeartist #hospitallife #oncologynurse #ournhs #nhsworker #thankyounhs #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

**Carolyn MacGillivray, (my CNS), is a finalist in the Scottish Health Awards, People's Choice Awards 2022**
---Voting closes Sunday 16th October.
I'll put the link in my bio and in stories to vote for Carolyn. ---

Carolyn is so deserving of this award and I'd love to see her win it. Visit @nhsggc to see this painting and some of the words from her 'portrait and tale' used in her nomination.

*'The nurse with the diamond heart'*

This portrait features 'Carolyn,' my oncology Clinical Nurse Specialist from the Beatson.
Parts from her 'tale' -
Carolyn was a soothing voice amidst the terrifying whirl; I trusted her, she seemed the perfect balance of a kind and sensitive listener, and a nurturing, caring and experienced nurse.
Having a reliable, friendly nurse, a steady familiar voice in a whirlwind of changes was so valued. Carolyn was always there to phone; a reassuring steady voice. My family and me were still reeling at being in 'cancer land' in lockdown in the first place. Carolyn nursed many an evening over the phone, skilfully sifting through symptoms, deciding what was urgent. Chemotherapy caused neutropenia and then a blood clot, yet Carolyn gently steered us through anxious hours, liaising between us and my super oncologist. I'm always in awe at how she gets through her multitude of tasks, and numerous times felt overcome with gratitude when before home time she'd call to check in. She'd never rush me; I wouldn't have blamed her after a long and strenuous day during the pandemic, yet I always left the call reassured I was in safe and very caring hands. Her sparkly, diamond eyes reveal her diamond heart, and, since the day I met her this has only grown more true as she's cared for me. Though no one chooses to walk this journey, I couldn't wish for a better CNS nurse walking it with me.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist #figurativeartist #hospitallife #oncologynurse #ournhs #nhsworker #thankyounhs #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

Queen Elizabeth II - Part 2/2

Today, the strength shown by @princeandprincessofwales and their family as they grieved in front of the world, was truly inspirational. I'm sure their Grandmother would've been proud.

Dip pen ink on paper

******
To us, she was our Queen
To some she was their mother
To others she was their 'Grannie'
To royals she was their 'Lilibet'

The unfathomable and mostly unknown sacrifices our Queen made,
To carry out her role with such
consistency, dedication
steadfast vision, and courage,
I think made her the inspiring leader she was and continues to be.
When life's storms blew, she held on,
With the world's eyes upon her,
she remained steady, constant,
trustworthy and caring in her
service to her people.
She spoke of her unwavering faith,
Her trustworthy anchor,
And all the while she taught us,
In her own unique way,
There is much more to this life:

There is trust, and hope, and light.

@gillyartist

********

I hoped to depict some of the Queen's less known moments; those off guard moments. In these we see a caring, compassionate grandmother, a free soul, a joyful child….

She was our Queen, and yet she was a person. She carried her duty as Queen, making so many sacrifices as a person, to serve us so faithfully.

My thoughts were with all of her family this week, and I was thinking of Prince William and Prince Harry. How no doubt this week's grieving will bring back memories, and that traumatic grieving experience of their own mother. To then read in the news that Prince William said these memories were in fact triggered, was really moving. This is dedicated to them.
Thinking and praying for all the family in their grief, while the world watches on.

*****
Thank you to:

Mum for checking the portrait and using her expert eye to look over them
@pete.greig @247prayer for the amazing Lectio devotional for Queen Elizabeth II last Friday
@polar.post for sharing this photo
Photo reference - George Rinhart/Getty image
@theroyalfamily @sussexroyal @dianaaward @royalcollectiontrust

#queenelizabeth #queenelizabethii #queenelizabeth2 #artistoninstagram #dippendrawing #figurativedrawings

Queen Elizabeth II - Part 2/2

Today, the strength shown by @princeandprincessofwales and their family as they grieved in front of the world, was truly inspirational. I'm sure their Grandmother would've been proud.

Dip pen ink on paper

******
To us, she was our Queen
To some she was their mother
To others she was their 'Grannie'
To royals she was their 'Lilibet'

The unfathomable and mostly unknown sacrifices our Queen made,
To carry out her role with such
consistency, dedication
steadfast vision, and courage,
I think made her the inspiring leader she was and continues to be.
When life's storms blew, she held on,
With the world's eyes upon her,
she remained steady, constant,
trustworthy and caring in her
service to her people.
She spoke of her unwavering faith,
Her trustworthy anchor,
And all the while she taught us,
In her own unique way,
There is much more to this life:

There is trust, and hope, and light.

@gillyartist

********

I hoped to depict some of the Queen's less known moments; those off guard moments. In these we see a caring, compassionate grandmother, a free soul, a joyful child….

She was our Queen, and yet she was a person. She carried her duty as Queen, making so many sacrifices as a person, to serve us so faithfully.

My thoughts were with all of her family this week, and I was thinking of Prince William and Prince Harry. How no doubt this week's grieving will bring back memories, and that traumatic grieving experience of their own mother. To then read in the news that Prince William said these memories were in fact triggered, was really moving. This is dedicated to them.
Thinking and praying for all the family in their grief, while the world watches on.

*****
Thank you to:

Mum for checking the portrait and using her expert eye to look over them
@pete.greig @247prayer for the amazing Lectio devotional for Queen Elizabeth II last Friday
@polar.post for sharing this photo
Photo reference - George Rinhart/Getty image
@theroyalfamily @sussexroyal @dianaaward @royalcollectiontrust

#queenelizabeth #queenelizabethii #queenelizabeth2 #artistoninstagram #dippendrawing #figurativedrawings

Queen Elizabeth II
Watercolour on paper
******

To us, she was our Queen
To some she was their mother
To others she was their 'Grannie'
To royals she was their 'Lilibet'

The unfathomable and mostly unknown sacrifices our Queen made,
To carry out her role with such
consistency, dedication
steadfast vision, and courage,
I think made her the inspiring leader she was and continues to be.
When life's storms blew, she held on,
With the world's eyes upon her,
she remained steady, constant,
trustworthy and caring in her
service to her people.
She spoke of her unwavering faith,
Her trustworthy anchor,
And all the while she taught us,
In her own unique way,
There is much more to this life:

There is trust, and hope, and light.

@gillyartist

********

'Art seeks to find the truth'

I hoped to depict some of the Queen's less known moments; those off guard moments. In these we see a caring, compassionate grandmother, a free soul, a joyful child….

She was our Queen, and yet she was a person. She carried her duty as Queen, making so many sacrifices as a person, to serve us so faithfully.

My thoughts were with her family this week. How no doubt this week's grieving will bring back memories, and that traumatic grieving experience of their own mother. To then read in the news that Prince William said these memories were in fact triggered, was really moving. This watercolour is dedicated to them.

Thinking and praying for all the family in their grief, while the world watches on.

*****
Thank you to:

my Mum for checking the portrait and using her expert eye to look over them
@pete.greig @247prayer for the amazing Lectio devotional for Queen Elizabeth II last Friday
Photo reference - BBC

@princeandprincessofwales @theroyalfamily @sussexroyal @dianaaward @royalcollectiontrust

#queenelizabeth #queenelizabethii #queenelizabeth2 #thequeen #royalfamily #theroyalfamily #theroyals #artistofinstagram #artistoninstagram #watercolourportrait #watercolourartist #watercolouronpaper

Queen Elizabeth II
Watercolour on paper
******

To us, she was our Queen
To some she was their mother
To others she was their 'Grannie'
To royals she was their 'Lilibet'

The unfathomable and mostly unknown sacrifices our Queen made,
To carry out her role with such
consistency, dedication
steadfast vision, and courage,
I think made her the inspiring leader she was and continues to be.
When life's storms blew, she held on,
With the world's eyes upon her,
she remained steady, constant,
trustworthy and caring in her
service to her people.
She spoke of her unwavering faith,
Her trustworthy anchor,
And all the while she taught us,
In her own unique way,
There is much more to this life:

There is trust, and hope, and light.

@gillyartist

********

'Art seeks to find the truth'

I hoped to depict some of the Queen's less known moments; those off guard moments. In these we see a caring, compassionate grandmother, a free soul, a joyful child….

She was our Queen, and yet she was a person. She carried her duty as Queen, making so many sacrifices as a person, to serve us so faithfully.

My thoughts were with her family this week. How no doubt this week's grieving will bring back memories, and that traumatic grieving experience of their own mother. To then read in the news that Prince William said these memories were in fact triggered, was really moving. This watercolour is dedicated to them.

Thinking and praying for all the family in their grief, while the world watches on.

*****
Thank you to:

my Mum for checking the portrait and using her expert eye to look over them
@pete.greig @247prayer for the amazing Lectio devotional for Queen Elizabeth II last Friday
Photo reference - BBC

@princeandprincessofwales @theroyalfamily @sussexroyal @dianaaward @royalcollectiontrust

#queenelizabeth #queenelizabethii #queenelizabeth2 #thequeen #royalfamily #theroyalfamily #theroyals #artistofinstagram #artistoninstagram #watercolourportrait #watercolourartist #watercolouronpaper

** They're published! 🎉 The first of 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' have been published in a book, now available to buy!**
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See 'Publications' highlights for where the book can be bought

Sometimes in this journey of life through tough times, there are glimmers of light and surprises. This was one of those times, when Dr Ellen Welch contacted me in January 2021, asking if she could publish the first few of the portraits and tales I had created at that point in her forthcoming book. The book was released in June this year, and arrived through my letterbox a few weeks ago. It was another surreal, but welcome ray of light. I am delighted that these brilliant NHS staff from Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, have been featured and celebrated in this beautifully written book. Although many of my dreams have been smashed through my ovarian cancer diagnosis, I still hold onto the dream of one day having the whole collection of portraits and tales published, and every one of these compassionate NHS staff celebrated.

I love that this book highlights their self-sacrificial contribution to this unprecedented time in history, now recorded in print along with many other records of the global pandemic. Thank you, Dr Ellen Welch @nhsstory @penswordbooks

Feel free to share to celebrate our NHS, as they carry on, in the aftermath of the storm.

#paintingpeople #artistsofinstagram #artistoninstagram #portraitartist #portraitpaintings #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #figurativeartist

** They're published! 🎉 The first of 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' have been published in a book, now available to buy!**
Swipe left
See 'Publications' highlights for where the book can be bought

Sometimes in this journey of life through tough times, there are glimmers of light and surprises. This was one of those times, when Dr Ellen Welch contacted me in January 2021, asking if she could publish the first few of the portraits and tales I had created at that point in her forthcoming book. The book was released in June this year, and arrived through my letterbox a few weeks ago. It was another surreal, but welcome ray of light. I am delighted that these brilliant NHS staff from Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, have been featured and celebrated in this beautifully written book. Although many of my dreams have been smashed through my ovarian cancer diagnosis, I still hold onto the dream of one day having the whole collection of portraits and tales published, and every one of these compassionate NHS staff celebrated.

I love that this book highlights their self-sacrificial contribution to this unprecedented time in history, now recorded in print along with many other records of the global pandemic. Thank you, Dr Ellen Welch @nhsstory @penswordbooks

Feel free to share to celebrate our NHS, as they carry on, in the aftermath of the storm.

#paintingpeople #artistsofinstagram #artistoninstagram #portraitartist #portraitpaintings #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed #figurativeartist

#goldenhour #goldenlight #countrylife #summerevenings

#goldenhour #goldenlight #countrylife #summerevenings

'She exudes calm'
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It's been a while since I shared a portrait; holidays interrupted. But this portrait was taken with me while I went south. It made it through the 'almost 40 degrees' heatwave, outdoor cups of tea, collies nudging me to throw their ball, a pony distraction as it munched nearby leaves, more heat, and was a place of calm in between whiles.

It provided solace. It provided space. It provided calm.

The parallel between this and my current oncologist, was clear to me. (While my original oncologist is on maternity leave), Dr Glasspool has cared for me at The Beatson @beatsoncharity. Dr Glasspool has somehow steadily carried on; through the pandemic, the aftermath, staff shortages and ever- increasing pressures in the NHS. I've learned this, but I don't know any of this through her telling me. I walk into her room, and her whole manner, voice and personality exudes calm. Every time I sit down for scan results. Every time I discuss ongoing side effects. And every time she creates a space of calm and steadiness, just by being who she is. One day, I noticed she apologised the clinic was running behind, then I learned that she'd come straight from another MDT meeting, where huge decisions are weighted and considered by our NHS. Forgoing her lunch that day, yet she was there to see me, offering the same solace and calm with no hint of the impact of her day affecting my time in the appointment. This all, I believe, is testament to her deep care for us. This portrait is a thank you for all she's done, and her guidance through unprecedented times in my life. It's to celebrate her and all the NHS, as they march on.

#paintingpeople #figurativeartist #watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #portraitartist #figurativedrawing
#watercolourdrawing
#figurativeartist #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'She exudes calm'
Swipe left for details

It's been a while since I shared a portrait; holidays interrupted. But this portrait was taken with me while I went south. It made it through the 'almost 40 degrees' heatwave, outdoor cups of tea, collies nudging me to throw their ball, a pony distraction as it munched nearby leaves, more heat, and was a place of calm in between whiles.

It provided solace. It provided space. It provided calm.

The parallel between this and my current oncologist, was clear to me. (While my original oncologist is on maternity leave), Dr Glasspool has cared for me at The Beatson @beatsoncharity. Dr Glasspool has somehow steadily carried on; through the pandemic, the aftermath, staff shortages and ever- increasing pressures in the NHS. I've learned this, but I don't know any of this through her telling me. I walk into her room, and her whole manner, voice and personality exudes calm. Every time I sit down for scan results. Every time I discuss ongoing side effects. And every time she creates a space of calm and steadiness, just by being who she is. One day, I noticed she apologised the clinic was running behind, then I learned that she'd come straight from another MDT meeting, where huge decisions are weighted and considered by our NHS. Forgoing her lunch that day, yet she was there to see me, offering the same solace and calm with no hint of the impact of her day affecting my time in the appointment. This all, I believe, is testament to her deep care for us. This portrait is a thank you for all she's done, and her guidance through unprecedented times in my life. It's to celebrate her and all the NHS, as they march on.

#paintingpeople #figurativeartist #watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #portraitartist #figurativedrawing
#watercolourdrawing
#figurativeartist #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'The nurse who cheered me on'

This portrait features Tricia, the other CNS in my oncology team at The Beatson. I met Tricia during my first chemotherapy session. (When I was first diagnosed chemotherapy was a big fear.) After surgery, my surgeon came round on day two and looked down; 'Gillian, you'll need to have chemotherapy' and I remember bursting into tears. I hate being sick and I really didn't want to lose my hair. May 2020, the first chemo day arrived, my sisters brought me in and hugged me goodbye, as I'd stood nervously at the door with my bag that I'd just noticed read, 'You take the biscuit...' I took the dreaded steps into... what reminded me a bit of a New York nail salon... There were adjustable chairs and I placed my hands into the comforting, warm basin of water, (clutching hold of any slight comfort) to prepare my veins. I'd been advised for ovarian cancer the drugs administered took 7 hours+, and the cold cap was unlikely to be successful and too painful to wear for so long. 'But if I don't try, I'll never know... and I want to keep all my hair I can,' I thought. The cold cap (a tight fitting ice cold skull cap) went on at 11am. Just get through 15 minutes. You've done that, now do 30 minutes.... You've done 1 hour, now try another, I thought. My sister had made a photo album of happy/ funny photos; memories from friends and family. I leafed through this to drown out the cold pain and was comforted by amazing supportive text messages. Tricia came through; a smiling, cheerful and bright face that I won't forget cheering me on, about 3 hours in: "Ohhh... haven't you got the ice cream headache?! Well Done though! You can do it, you've done really well so far." Her kind words were just what I needed to grit my teeth and get through the remaining hours. Her sing song voice and cheery tones sum up her character. Tricia provides that same boost as on that first day, the vibes that encourage you to start that next circuit, with renewed energy. Her energy and cheer are infectious. She cheers us all on.
#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #portraitartist #figurativeartist #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'The nurse who cheered me on'

This portrait features Tricia, the other CNS in my oncology team at The Beatson. I met Tricia during my first chemotherapy session. (When I was first diagnosed chemotherapy was a big fear.) After surgery, my surgeon came round on day two and looked down; 'Gillian, you'll need to have chemotherapy' and I remember bursting into tears. I hate being sick and I really didn't want to lose my hair. May 2020, the first chemo day arrived, my sisters brought me in and hugged me goodbye, as I'd stood nervously at the door with my bag that I'd just noticed read, 'You take the biscuit...' I took the dreaded steps into... what reminded me a bit of a New York nail salon... There were adjustable chairs and I placed my hands into the comforting, warm basin of water, (clutching hold of any slight comfort) to prepare my veins. I'd been advised for ovarian cancer the drugs administered took 7 hours+, and the cold cap was unlikely to be successful and too painful to wear for so long. 'But if I don't try, I'll never know... and I want to keep all my hair I can,' I thought. The cold cap (a tight fitting ice cold skull cap) went on at 11am. Just get through 15 minutes. You've done that, now do 30 minutes.... You've done 1 hour, now try another, I thought. My sister had made a photo album of happy/ funny photos; memories from friends and family. I leafed through this to drown out the cold pain and was comforted by amazing supportive text messages. Tricia came through; a smiling, cheerful and bright face that I won't forget cheering me on, about 3 hours in: "Ohhh... haven't you got the ice cream headache?! Well Done though! You can do it, you've done really well so far." Her kind words were just what I needed to grit my teeth and get through the remaining hours. Her sing song voice and cheery tones sum up her character. Tricia provides that same boost as on that first day, the vibes that encourage you to start that next circuit, with renewed energy. Her energy and cheer are infectious. She cheers us all on.
#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #portraitartist #figurativeartist #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'The nurse who cheered me on'

I've been quieter on here due to my sister's wedding recently, (you maybe saw pieces I'm sharing on stories), but felt the tug this weekend to continue with the ink drawing of this.

This portrait features Tricia, an oncology CNS from The Beatson; she works closely and alongside my 'official' CNS (Clinical Nurse Specialist) Carolyn, featured in my last portrait. There's a tale behind the title, which I'll share with the finished portrait in colour when it's complete.
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This week has been hard to process, sobering, and emotional, for the cancer community and many beyond, as @bowelbabe shared heart breaking videos and photos of her reality currently in end of life care. You may have seen it on the news and the phenomenal amount raised for charities @bowelbabefund . We've carried this around in our hearts this week. My thoughts and prayers have been there for her and everyone in similar situations. This has been far reaching news, beyond her circle of family and friends, even beyond her followers, touching people all across the nation. We're hardwired to feel people's situations, sometimes on deeper levels than we realise. They tap into our emotions, daily lives, dreams, connections, family lives, fears, and ultimately affections for people we love. I loved seeing Prince William @dukeandduchessofcambridge demonstrate his and Kate's unfailing compassion and support. I also carry in my thoughts the inspiring @thelifeofmique @ovariancancerandotherstories and others, to name a few.

And when I thought of CNS oncology nurse, Tricia, featured here, I marveled again. To think she, and thousands like her, hold their patients hands, wipe their tears, comfort their families and give their best for their patients in oncology daily, weekly, yearly. They choose this job; to draw alongside people in such heart wrenching moments as shown in the news this week. They sit at bedsides, they come alongside. They are just remarkable.

Finished work to follow.

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #oncologynurse #nhsnurse #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'The nurse who cheered me on'

I've been quieter on here due to my sister's wedding recently, (you maybe saw pieces I'm sharing on stories), but felt the tug this weekend to continue with the ink drawing of this.

This portrait features Tricia, an oncology CNS from The Beatson; she works closely and alongside my 'official' CNS (Clinical Nurse Specialist) Carolyn, featured in my last portrait. There's a tale behind the title, which I'll share with the finished portrait in colour when it's complete.
****
This week has been hard to process, sobering, and emotional, for the cancer community and many beyond, as @bowelbabe shared heart breaking videos and photos of her reality currently in end of life care. You may have seen it on the news and the phenomenal amount raised for charities @bowelbabefund . We've carried this around in our hearts this week. My thoughts and prayers have been there for her and everyone in similar situations. This has been far reaching news, beyond her circle of family and friends, even beyond her followers, touching people all across the nation. We're hardwired to feel people's situations, sometimes on deeper levels than we realise. They tap into our emotions, daily lives, dreams, connections, family lives, fears, and ultimately affections for people we love. I loved seeing Prince William @dukeandduchessofcambridge demonstrate his and Kate's unfailing compassion and support. I also carry in my thoughts the inspiring @thelifeofmique @ovariancancerandotherstories and others, to name a few.

And when I thought of CNS oncology nurse, Tricia, featured here, I marveled again. To think she, and thousands like her, hold their patients hands, wipe their tears, comfort their families and give their best for their patients in oncology daily, weekly, yearly. They choose this job; to draw alongside people in such heart wrenching moments as shown in the news this week. They sit at bedsides, they come alongside. They are just remarkable.

Finished work to follow.

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #oncologynurse #nhsnurse #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*'The nurse with the diamond heart'*
This portrait features 'Carolyn,' my oncology Clinical Nurse Specialist from the Beatson. I met Carolyn over zoom in April 2020, while still in a dazed stupour, a few weeks after surgery, processing the suggested pending chemotherapy. Carolyn was a soothing voice amidst the terrifying whirl; I trusted her, she seemed the perfect balance of a kind and sensitive listener, and a nurturing, caring and experienced nurse. Our first conversations discussed chemotherapy drugs and wigs for when I lost my hair. Having a reliable, friendly nurse, a steady familiar voice in a whirlwind of changes was so valued. After the first chemotherapy session, the array of side effects begun (different for each), intense palpitations, itching skin rash that drove me crazy, nausea like never before and debilitating weakness. (Still wasn't as bad as I'd prepared for, ie vomiting). This was the beginning of navigating between symptoms, which turned to months of recovery. Carolyn was always there to phone; a reassuring steady voice. My family and me were still reeling at being in 'cancer land' in lockdown in the first place. Carolyn nursed many an evening over the phone, skilfully sifting through symptoms, deciding what was urgent. Chemotherapy caused neutropenia and then a blood clot, yet Carolyn gently steered us through anxious hours, liaising between us and my super oncologist. I'm always in awe at how she gets through her multitude of tasks, and numerous times felt overcome with gratitude when before home time she'd call to check in. She'd never rush me; I wouldn't have blamed her after a long and strenuous day during the pandemic, yet I always left the call reassured I was in safe and very caring hands. Her sparkly, diamond eyes reveal her diamond heart, and, since the day I met her this has only grown more true as she's cared for me. Though no one chooses to walk this journey, I couldn't wish for a better CNS nurse walking it with me.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist #figurativeartist #hospitallife #oncologynurse #ournhs #nhsworker #thankyounhs #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*'The nurse with the diamond heart'*
This portrait features 'Carolyn,' my oncology Clinical Nurse Specialist from the Beatson. I met Carolyn over zoom in April 2020, while still in a dazed stupour, a few weeks after surgery, processing the suggested pending chemotherapy. Carolyn was a soothing voice amidst the terrifying whirl; I trusted her, she seemed the perfect balance of a kind and sensitive listener, and a nurturing, caring and experienced nurse. Our first conversations discussed chemotherapy drugs and wigs for when I lost my hair. Having a reliable, friendly nurse, a steady familiar voice in a whirlwind of changes was so valued. After the first chemotherapy session, the array of side effects begun (different for each), intense palpitations, itching skin rash that drove me crazy, nausea like never before and debilitating weakness. (Still wasn't as bad as I'd prepared for, ie vomiting). This was the beginning of navigating between symptoms, which turned to months of recovery. Carolyn was always there to phone; a reassuring steady voice. My family and me were still reeling at being in 'cancer land' in lockdown in the first place. Carolyn nursed many an evening over the phone, skilfully sifting through symptoms, deciding what was urgent. Chemotherapy caused neutropenia and then a blood clot, yet Carolyn gently steered us through anxious hours, liaising between us and my super oncologist. I'm always in awe at how she gets through her multitude of tasks, and numerous times felt overcome with gratitude when before home time she'd call to check in. She'd never rush me; I wouldn't have blamed her after a long and strenuous day during the pandemic, yet I always left the call reassured I was in safe and very caring hands. Her sparkly, diamond eyes reveal her diamond heart, and, since the day I met her this has only grown more true as she's cared for me. Though no one chooses to walk this journey, I couldn't wish for a better CNS nurse walking it with me.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist #figurativeartist #hospitallife #oncologynurse #ournhs #nhsworker #thankyounhs #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*Thank you to Artists and Illustrators magazine for publishing my art from 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' in their April 2022 magazine.* Artists and Illustrators is the British number one magazine for artists and art appreciators. What has made this even more special, is the magazine has strong reminders of my Great Auntie, Aunt Aileen. We never met our Dad's Mum, so my Dad's Aunt Aileen stepped in as a Grandmother figure on that side. I have memories in my childhood, walking into her flat, the 'Chicken Tonight' bubbling away enthusiastically for dinner on the cooker, and she'd enthusiastically press her latest copy of 'Artists and Illustrators' magazine into my hand; "I just thought you'd like to see this Gillian," as she leafed through her favourite parts. They inspired her painting hobby and this love of painting was something we shared. In fact, even in her last days in hospital, she leaned over to pass us children the magazine, and asked us to 'renew her subscription to it.' We were less naive of her situation than she thought, but she wanted to keep us occupied and bright. When I was recovering from Covid a fortnight ago, and this arrived through my door, it brought a happy and warm feeling inside, imagining Aunt Aileen smiling on at this, if she were here. It's so special that after someone has gone, those comforting memories, they live on.
I am very grateful to Artists and Illustrators for highlighting the series, and these wonderful NHS as a selection, who represent all who have featured on not only my journey, but millions of people's journeys, everywhere. They are so worthy of celebration.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist #drawingportraits #contemporaryportraiture
#figurativeartist #hospitallife #nhsstaff #ournhs #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

*Thank you to Artists and Illustrators magazine for publishing my art from 'Portraits and Tales from a Hospital Bed' in their April 2022 magazine.* Artists and Illustrators is the British number one magazine for artists and art appreciators. What has made this even more special, is the magazine has strong reminders of my Great Auntie, Aunt Aileen. We never met our Dad's Mum, so my Dad's Aunt Aileen stepped in as a Grandmother figure on that side. I have memories in my childhood, walking into her flat, the 'Chicken Tonight' bubbling away enthusiastically for dinner on the cooker, and she'd enthusiastically press her latest copy of 'Artists and Illustrators' magazine into my hand; "I just thought you'd like to see this Gillian," as she leafed through her favourite parts. They inspired her painting hobby and this love of painting was something we shared. In fact, even in her last days in hospital, she leaned over to pass us children the magazine, and asked us to 'renew her subscription to it.' We were less naive of her situation than she thought, but she wanted to keep us occupied and bright. When I was recovering from Covid a fortnight ago, and this arrived through my door, it brought a happy and warm feeling inside, imagining Aunt Aileen smiling on at this, if she were here. It's so special that after someone has gone, those comforting memories, they live on.
I am very grateful to Artists and Illustrators for highlighting the series, and these wonderful NHS as a selection, who represent all who have featured on not only my journey, but millions of people's journeys, everywhere. They are so worthy of celebration.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist #drawingportraits #contemporaryportraiture
#figurativeartist #hospitallife #nhsstaff #ournhs #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'The nurse with the diamond heart' (my oncology CNS)
Work in progress

This portrait is a little different to those showing the NHS team I met in Ninewells hospital, as I hadn't previously met most of them. This one portrays my Clinical Nurse Specialist from my oncology team at The Beatson, Carolyn. Her sparkly, diamond eyes reveal the diamond heart she has, and, since the day I met her this first impression has only grown more true, through the two years she's cared for me now. Though no one chooses to walk this journey, I couldn't choose a more nurturing, caring, and beautiful person inside and out as my CNS, and I feel so blessed to have her walking the road with me.

I was adding the pen to this portrait last weekend and the sun was streaming in, which felt very appropriate for this portrait. Her tale will follow with the finished portrait. Once I get some more energy after I shake this 🦠 I hope to add the paint and chalk pastel.

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #oncologynurse #nhsnurse #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'The nurse with the diamond heart' (my oncology CNS)
Work in progress

This portrait is a little different to those showing the NHS team I met in Ninewells hospital, as I hadn't previously met most of them. This one portrays my Clinical Nurse Specialist from my oncology team at The Beatson, Carolyn. Her sparkly, diamond eyes reveal the diamond heart she has, and, since the day I met her this first impression has only grown more true, through the two years she's cared for me now. Though no one chooses to walk this journey, I couldn't choose a more nurturing, caring, and beautiful person inside and out as my CNS, and I feel so blessed to have her walking the road with me.

I was adding the pen to this portrait last weekend and the sun was streaming in, which felt very appropriate for this portrait. Her tale will follow with the finished portrait. Once I get some more energy after I shake this 🦠 I hope to add the paint and chalk pastel.

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #oncologynurse #nhsnurse #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'When the hospital family step in'

There are times in life we stand alone, without the people we know around us. At times like these, we sometimes rely more on the compassion of an unknown person.
This portrait features Jen, a wonderful health support worker who I met in Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, in my December stay. The consequences of the pandemic were that patients attend hospital alone; this was the case throughout my hospital stays so far (and numerous appointments). No visitors, neither family or friends were allowed. Jen's friendly and straight talking chat was a welcome relief in my stays, as she circled the ward, checking we were okay. Apart from offering refreshments, drinks, and sorting the beds, she offered her time, and a genial interest in what I shared with her. She would come in and look at my drawings, and convey her encouragement in whatever way she could, lighting a bleak time. When I returned to the ward the following March, Jen waved smiling, 'Oh hello again!' as if I was being greeted by a friend. Her welcome and warmth somehow helped dissipate the fears and the lonely situation, as in unprecedented times I (like many) faced the hospital experience alone.
Recently, the trauma and horror faced by the Ukrainian people has weighed heavily on my heart. Within the countless heartbreaking images etched in my mind, are ones where Polish natives embrace fleeing Ukranian refugees. Compassion and warmth of strangers amidst trauma and turmoil ring out from these pictures. These beautiful, powerful moments in humanity won't be forgotten.
It goes without saying the Ukrainian refugees' experiences are incomparable, unimaginable and unique.
Lately as I've worked on this portrait of Jen, I've been reflecting too on the compassion she showed to patients in hospital, (and the countless other NHS staff), so that when we arrived physically alone we were met with their metaphorical embrace, another beautiful expression of humanity that won't be forgotten.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist
#figurativeartist #hospitallife #nhsstaff #ournhs #nhsworker #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'When the hospital family step in'

There are times in life we stand alone, without the people we know around us. At times like these, we sometimes rely more on the compassion of an unknown person.
This portrait features Jen, a wonderful health support worker who I met in Ninewells Hospital, Dundee, in my December stay. The consequences of the pandemic were that patients attend hospital alone; this was the case throughout my hospital stays so far (and numerous appointments). No visitors, neither family or friends were allowed. Jen's friendly and straight talking chat was a welcome relief in my stays, as she circled the ward, checking we were okay. Apart from offering refreshments, drinks, and sorting the beds, she offered her time, and a genial interest in what I shared with her. She would come in and look at my drawings, and convey her encouragement in whatever way she could, lighting a bleak time. When I returned to the ward the following March, Jen waved smiling, 'Oh hello again!' as if I was being greeted by a friend. Her welcome and warmth somehow helped dissipate the fears and the lonely situation, as in unprecedented times I (like many) faced the hospital experience alone.
Recently, the trauma and horror faced by the Ukrainian people has weighed heavily on my heart. Within the countless heartbreaking images etched in my mind, are ones where Polish natives embrace fleeing Ukranian refugees. Compassion and warmth of strangers amidst trauma and turmoil ring out from these pictures. These beautiful, powerful moments in humanity won't be forgotten.
It goes without saying the Ukrainian refugees' experiences are incomparable, unimaginable and unique.
Lately as I've worked on this portrait of Jen, I've been reflecting too on the compassion she showed to patients in hospital, (and the countless other NHS staff), so that when we arrived physically alone we were met with their metaphorical embrace, another beautiful expression of humanity that won't be forgotten.

#watercolourportrait #watercolourpainting #paintingpeople #figurativedrawing #portraitartist
#figurativeartist #hospitallife #nhsstaff #ournhs #nhsworker #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'When the 'hospital family' step in'
*Work in progress*
Ink pen on @archespapers

This portrait is a throw back to the first December Ninewells Hospital stay, and one I've always wanted to create. It features Jen, a wonderful health support worker. Stay tuned to read the tale and see her portrait in colour......

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #hospitallife #nhsstaff #ournhs #nhsworker #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'When the 'hospital family' step in'
*Work in progress*
Ink pen on @archespapers

This portrait is a throw back to the first December Ninewells Hospital stay, and one I've always wanted to create. It features Jen, a wonderful health support worker. Stay tuned to read the tale and see her portrait in colour......

#figurativedrawing #inkportrait #inkdrawing #pensketching #portraitartist #sketchonpaper
#figurativeartist #hospitallife #nhsstaff #ournhs #nhsworker #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'Their hands' Part 3/3
(Poem below)
*****

They hold our hands
when eyes widen and we face
our deepest dreads
And the mystery of
this runs through our head
A stranger 'till now
Drawn alongside
Their fingers wrapped around
ours, hold on tight
And yes they've chosen to come
to this place for us
To tie on that apron and
slip on that glove
So we've got them to thank
for making that choice,
and being there when our
health needed them most.

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #nhsstaff #portraitartist #paintingpeople
#ournhs #nhsthankyou #hospitallife #lifeaftercancer #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'Their hands' Part 3/3
(Poem below)
*****

They hold our hands
when eyes widen and we face
our deepest dreads
And the mystery of
this runs through our head
A stranger 'till now
Drawn alongside
Their fingers wrapped around
ours, hold on tight
And yes they've chosen to come
to this place for us
To tie on that apron and
slip on that glove
So we've got them to thank
for making that choice,
and being there when our
health needed them most.

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #nhsstaff #portraitartist #paintingpeople
#ournhs #nhsthankyou #hospitallife #lifeaftercancer #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'Their hands' (Poem below)
Part two......part three to follow
(Part one on grid)
*****

'Are you okay?'
'I'm here;' they arrive
to answer our buzzer,
to greet our weary eyes
Their hands steady us,
as we lean on them,
and take another shaky step
They uphold us again and
strengthen our walk
Along mopped squeaky
hospital floors
White light
illuminates faces of chalk

Their hands change
our beds, wafting
sheets through the air
They sweep and scrub
and skoosh scents,
polish taps till they glisten
Push our chairs or beds
Hands held clasped as they listen
They feed us, inject us,
and guide
instruments through us
All with unmatched focus,
with attentive care

We're awoken:
Their hands tap us
gently in the night:
'It's time for obs'
Meets our bleary, disorientated heads
Pulling the blankets up
to keep us warm
They edge to the door and
slip back out
to pick up the pen and
faithfully write our notes

Their hands hold our hair
And cleanse our wounds
Or make our tea while
from hours to days;
we're still lying there
Their hands bathe us
when we're too weak
Pass us tissues to
dry our rolling tears
Gesticulate,
illustrating
funny stories that
help calm our fears

(Part three to follow)

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #nhsstaff #portraitartist #paintingpeople #artistoninstagram
#ournhs #nhsthankyou #hospitallife #lifeaftercancer #worldcancerday #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'Their hands' (Poem below)
Part two......part three to follow
(Part one on grid)
*****

'Are you okay?'
'I'm here;' they arrive
to answer our buzzer,
to greet our weary eyes
Their hands steady us,
as we lean on them,
and take another shaky step
They uphold us again and
strengthen our walk
Along mopped squeaky
hospital floors
White light
illuminates faces of chalk

Their hands change
our beds, wafting
sheets through the air
They sweep and scrub
and skoosh scents,
polish taps till they glisten
Push our chairs or beds
Hands held clasped as they listen
They feed us, inject us,
and guide
instruments through us
All with unmatched focus,
with attentive care

We're awoken:
Their hands tap us
gently in the night:
'It's time for obs'
Meets our bleary, disorientated heads
Pulling the blankets up
to keep us warm
They edge to the door and
slip back out
to pick up the pen and
faithfully write our notes

Their hands hold our hair
And cleanse our wounds
Or make our tea while
from hours to days;
we're still lying there
Their hands bathe us
when we're too weak
Pass us tissues to
dry our rolling tears
Gesticulate,
illustrating
funny stories that
help calm our fears

(Part three to follow)

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #nhsstaff #portraitartist #paintingpeople #artistoninstagram
#ournhs #nhsthankyou #hospitallife #lifeaftercancer #worldcancerday #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'Their hands'
Poem below
Part one....(part two and three to follow)
*****

Their hands that carry us
Mend and stitch
Our storm torn bodies
and minds
back together
one piece at a time.

Deftly their hands work,
Point to another
remedy
When all seems lost
Decisions too heavy
breaking even,
for us
are carried as
weighted hearts and furrowed
brows consider our care
one patient at a time

Blue gloves cover
hands cleansed, sanitised
Their skin pays the
price
Yet day to night to day
they endure
Weathered hands - yes,
for what they've
held on through
this long night,
through the unforeseen pandemic's
turbulent plight
Where in quiet moments
they would be found
their hands wrapped round
a patient's, holding them tight
while burdens and tears
pour out
Yet they plough on through
the months and years.

'Are you okay?'
'I'm here;' they arrive.....

(part two to follow)

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #nhsstaff #paintingpeople #portraitartist #artistoninstagram
#ournhs #nhsthankyou #hospitallife #lifeaftercancer #worldcancerday #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'Their hands'
Poem below
Part one....(part two and three to follow)
*****

Their hands that carry us
Mend and stitch
Our storm torn bodies
and minds
back together
one piece at a time.

Deftly their hands work,
Point to another
remedy
When all seems lost
Decisions too heavy
breaking even,
for us
are carried as
weighted hearts and furrowed
brows consider our care
one patient at a time

Blue gloves cover
hands cleansed, sanitised
Their skin pays the
price
Yet day to night to day
they endure
Weathered hands - yes,
for what they've
held on through
this long night,
through the unforeseen pandemic's
turbulent plight
Where in quiet moments
they would be found
their hands wrapped round
a patient's, holding them tight
while burdens and tears
pour out
Yet they plough on through
the months and years.

'Are you okay?'
'I'm here;' they arrive.....

(part two to follow)

#thankyounhs #thankyounhsstaff #nhsstaff #paintingpeople #portraitartist #artistoninstagram
#ournhs #nhsthankyou #hospitallife #lifeaftercancer #worldcancerday #portraitsandtalesfromahospitalbed

'Radiating warmth' .... (s c a n x i e t y )
*Swipe left for close ups*

Scanxiety was something I had no idea about before this journey. I remember I resolutely decided I'd try to avoid scanxiety; knowing it wouldn't change anything. But I learned defeating it is harder than I thought. This portrait features a wonderful health support worker, Barbara. At my recent CT scan she cheerfully greeted me as I appeared in the oversized hospital gown: 'You alright sweetheart?'...'Aww, yeah it was so icy today, you have to be careful!' before regaling me with her own morning stories. 'Now are you okay with needles, darlin?!' she checked, before attaching my cannula. With her nurturing voice, she bustled around ensuring my pre- scan experience was smooth. In this daunting context, her warm laughter reassured me. Minutes later I lay on the scanner. I stared up at the smooth, bevelled contours of beige plastic, reminiscent of the inside of an aircraft. The engines fired up; the whirring motors echoing the inside of my mind, too poignantly. And alas, I wasn't jetting off to a far flung island, but potentially propelled on an unchartered journey: it had happened before, it could happen again? This scanner holds the key, keeps the secret of what is illuminated inside my body, until my results are passed from medic to medic, before reaching me. Until then each long day passes like weeks, as you think, pray, reevaluate life, and shift perspectives. After the scan I sat waiting for my cannula to be removed. I heard the scanner engines whirl up again; the next patient awaits their unknown future news. Then punctuating my train of thought, Barbara's voice greeted: 'Alright there darling!?' as an elderly woman nudged through the corridor. Barbara's warm tones washed over me in waves, grounding, and reassuring me. I wonder if she knows, I pondered, the effects of her nurturing character on this stream of patients, at the CT crossroads. Day after day Barbara's warmth radiates through many patients, soothing our anxious hearts.

#nhsworker #nhsheroes #watercolourpainting #watercolourportrait #portraitartist #paintingpeople #notallheroeswearcapes
#ournhs #thankyounhs

'Radiating warmth' .... (s c a n x i e t y )
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Scanxiety was something I had no idea about before this journey. I remember I resolutely decided I'd try to avoid scanxiety; knowing it wouldn't change anything. But I learned defeating it is harder than I thought. This portrait features a wonderful health support worker, Barbara. At my recent CT scan she cheerfully greeted me as I appeared in the oversized hospital gown: 'You alright sweetheart?'...'Aww, yeah it was so icy today, you have to be careful!' before regaling me with her own morning stories. 'Now are you okay with needles, darlin?!' she checked, before attaching my cannula. With her nurturing voice, she bustled around ensuring my pre- scan experience was smooth. In this daunting context, her warm laughter reassured me. Minutes later I lay on the scanner. I stared up at the smooth, bevelled contours of beige plastic, reminiscent of the inside of an aircraft. The engines fired up; the whirring motors echoing the inside of my mind, too poignantly. And alas, I wasn't jetting off to a far flung island, but potentially propelled on an unchartered journey: it had happened before, it could happen again? This scanner holds the key, keeps the secret of what is illuminated inside my body, until my results are passed from medic to medic, before reaching me. Until then each long day passes like weeks, as you think, pray, reevaluate life, and shift perspectives. After the scan I sat waiting for my cannula to be removed. I heard the scanner engines whirl up again; the next patient awaits their unknown future news. Then punctuating my train of thought, Barbara's voice greeted: 'Alright there darling!?' as an elderly woman nudged through the corridor. Barbara's warm tones washed over me in waves, grounding, and reassuring me. I wonder if she knows, I pondered, the effects of her nurturing character on this stream of patients, at the CT crossroads. Day after day Barbara's warmth radiates through many patients, soothing our anxious hearts.

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