Catriona Hall
Although left-facing, whiskerless, short-legged and rather portly, I hope my subjects are identifiable, if somewhat stylized and their poses unlikely. I have yet to see a curlew riding a cow, but I live in hope and have seen three crows pecking for lice on a sheep (which doesn’t seem quite so romantic). I worry for the cattle, sheep, curlews and lapwings that roam the moors outside my studio in the Peak District as they look a bit skinny compared to my acrylic renderings. Perhaps I layer them with extra fat subconsciously as I shiver in my garret in the ancient stone house I share with an assortment of ghosts and a guinea pig called Guinevere.
