Escaped alone for the day on Sunday, a mooch around Tate Modern, a stroll around Spitalfields, and a new addiction to Instagram.
(I'm ashlee_chapter9 if you'd like to come & visit me over there, I'd love to have you Xx)



Close by the studio is a brilliant Oxfam bookshop, which has a great selection of art books, so I often find myself being lured inside. I found this one a couple of months back, whilst still in the grips of a freezing winter.

I've always loved Egon Schiele's paintings, but didn't know much of his life story. I was shocked to learn that he died from the Spanish Influenza at the age of 28!

Twenty-eight! - such an amazing body of work, by that age - so sad to think of how much more he could have achieved - what a loss.

So the studio is gradually filling up - up until recently it has been so, so cold in there, my trusty heater has been my favourite companion (alongside Radio 4, of course!).

It has been lovely to finally have a space of my own, I just long for more time in there - I miss it when life calls.