Deborah Vass

I have always loved looking at other’s sketchbooks. One of my earliest art memories is seeing a page of Samuel Palmer’s sketchbook in my loc

Woods I part the out thrusting branches and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent there is singing...

In sketching and thinking about trees, it has led me to remember with fondness the poem “Birches” by Robert Frost. This is a poem I have...

I suppose it was inevitable that I should follow on from making prints of birds to making pictures of trees. Although they have featured...

I have always been rather reluctant to draw or paint in public. I am happy enough in my studio, or in a discreet place, away from view,...