Art
Whispers of Weathered Wood
The old boats stand in the shallows, their forms softened by time and tide. Once golden and strong, their wood now carries the muted hues of the sea, blending into...
Whispers of Weathered Wood
The old boats stand in the shallows, their forms softened by time and tide. Once golden and strong, their wood now carries the muted hues of the sea, blending into...
Permission to Make a Mess
A dive into an easy-peasy 16 week watercolour blog course. A remedy for the fearful! A proof that this medium can actually be fun. In the first lesson I will...
Permission to Make a Mess
A dive into an easy-peasy 16 week watercolour blog course. A remedy for the fearful! A proof that this medium can actually be fun. In the first lesson I will...
Awakening Light
There’s a stillness in the early winter morning, a hush before the day begins. Awakening Light captures that fleeting moment—the slow rise of the sun over misty fields, the cool...
Awakening Light
There’s a stillness in the early winter morning, a hush before the day begins. Awakening Light captures that fleeting moment—the slow rise of the sun over misty fields, the cool...
Splash into Watercolours
Coming soon to the Jules Smith Art Blog a new 16 week blog course to help you Splash into Watercolours. No fear, no mistakes, just pure unadulterated fun until you...
Splash into Watercolours
Coming soon to the Jules Smith Art Blog a new 16 week blog course to help you Splash into Watercolours. No fear, no mistakes, just pure unadulterated fun until you...
Forgotten Clay
The vases sit in quiet dignity, their surfaces worn and chipped, cradling the fragile echoes of once-vibrant flowers. Their petals, faded and curling, speak of time’s gentle erosion, yet sunlight...
Forgotten Clay
The vases sit in quiet dignity, their surfaces worn and chipped, cradling the fragile echoes of once-vibrant flowers. Their petals, faded and curling, speak of time’s gentle erosion, yet sunlight...
Silent Fjords
The city barely existed, just a suggestion of spires dissolving into the frozen air. It was the kind of cold that made sound brittle, shattering footsteps into silence before they...
Silent Fjords
The city barely existed, just a suggestion of spires dissolving into the frozen air. It was the kind of cold that made sound brittle, shattering footsteps into silence before they...