I have long admired the work of Elaine Pamphilon, artist and harpist, whom I met once through a friend in Cambridge. She has a house in St Ives, Cornwall, and is clearly very influenced by Cornish views and landscapes. However, it is her still lives that I love, with their quirky perspective, textures and combination of vivid colours and observations of artifacts and language.
My oboe-playing friend, whom I’ve know since our schooldays, once gave me a greetings card, that Elaine had made, for my birthday. In my days of prolific picture-framing, I framed it and hung in my living room where its three-dimensional elements spring off the wall joyously (not very clear from this photograph). It is my aim to own one of her paintings one day but, for now, my little card will have to do.