Clare Gaylard Glass 

All dead but still full of colour and movement. The duck-egg cornucopia evolved from the most practical way to carry these a few miles of walk without reducing them to powder. The girls can't decide if it is more beautiful or sinister. I put them together and confirm to myself they are certainly both. I remember somebody saying: 'Nothing is lost from the book of the soul' and this is definately a recording of lost things. Another friend says it makes her think of a good seafood lunch and I make the mental leap and say the slice of lemon would be missing. Viva le difference.

Sir Orfeo Illustrated by the wonderful Errol Le Cain

My studio is almost ready but there is the small matter of a very old and valuable sash window that has been painted shut for thirty years or so. Effective ventillation is an essential part of working with glass so while that is being worked out I draw, paint, cook and we make birthday cakes with increasingly elaborate fondant icing details. The children benefit but I'm ready to set up outside with a Hothead torch as soon as the weather permits.

My years in Thailand were characterised by bringing up three small children and doing work for non-profit orgs. Also by the deep beauty around us inspiring and informing my art. Our old home and neighbourhood was a block away from Lumpini Park and has been pretty much at the centre of the current troubles. It is shocking to see our old streets, friends and neighbours caught up in so much violence and they are very much in our thoughts.

We took a boat to Greenwhich, home of the obeservatory and of Greenwich Mean Time and this vision obscured the symmetry and naval glory. He is a Cockney phenomena, a Pearly King who can just be seen ducking into his magnificent cab. I never have the face to photograph people full-on but the cab is something else. This gentleman drives around London collecting for charity and his taxi is a thing of beauty.

We went hunting for Wingfield Castle, the inspiration for Dodie Smith's novel 'I Capture the Castle' there are no directions to be found online and we didn't have a map so it was exciting to find it for ourselves. A grey, mean day but a lovely find.

Finding winged inspiration on a perfect, sharp, clear Easter Monday in Central London.

My first spring in ten years! After a decade in Asia I am enjoying every moment and constantly awed by the obvious and the familiar. This was yesterday when a boy and a dog needed walking, we took a detour to Felixstowe and had a long walk by the sea. Just as the photos of Asia never show the intensity of the heat, these can't convey the biting cold of the seaside air. Most of the beach huts are off the sea front at the moment and the winter winds have swept large banks of sand off the beach, its pretty austere and minimal.

Suffolk is old home ground for us but Africa and Asia are where our children have grown up. Did I say they have never seen snow before now? I now do a series of school runs through narrow country lanes. I slow down for horses, enormous tractors, a pack of sixty-plus, free-ranging beagles from a local kennels. I slow down for ice, or I nearly spin off the road (a couple of times). When there is nobody behind me I slow down to look at scarecrows, fields, trees and endless sky and as here, old farm machinery that looks like abstract sculpture.

My grandfather was fascinated by Egyptian antiquities and made this tribute in his spare time. The chesspieces tuck away into secret drawers which I have pulled slightly open for this dodgy photo. Each piece is elaborately painted with a level of detail not picked up here. In a family of seven children the treasures get rationed out and I somewhat reluctantly delivered this to one of my brothers at New Year.

The aural and visual counterpoint to our tranquill gallery interior has been the dense, relentless, pile-driving and the astonishing pit of labour/cross section of a building site directly outside.

Slightly out of focus but still beautiful, hibiscus, a gift from a generous neighbour's garden. The red one is Malaysia's national flower AKA Bunga Raya. They only last a day or so, hence the fuzzy, uncorrected shot.

Home again, definately Singapore and most unlike Framlingham's medieval skyline. It is a mind bending contrast but good to be back..... despite the eight hours of warm torrential rain that are a daily hazard right now.

'Our' castle, a 5 minute walk through the village or 10 minutes across the fields. Mary Tudor was staying here when she learned that she was to be queen. A perfect English Pastoral scene.

Art, music, marshes and water. A boat dressed like a film set and a sculpture to accomodate numerous climbing children for yearly photos. Plus holes to see the world through.

Its hard to say if it's really all this slate and silver colour or if that's just all I focus on. Muted colours, stony beaches and very cold water.

Sutton Hoo is an ancient Anglo Saxon burial ground. The mounds were excavated in the early part of the 20th C. Headline: 'Pirate Treasures Goes To A Woman' and why not.Complex craftsmanship in the ornament and armour and a fine mock helmet for the kids to handle and wear. Quotes from Beowulf & original sources, my favourite from a hard people: 'We feast on beauty as we feast on food, but for beauty this would be a woeful world.'

The Tower of London. We managed to see the crown jewels for the first time and they are breathtaking. After a lot of waiting in lines, a clever, conveyer-belt system lets you circle the crowns as often as you like. We did quite a few rotations, some of the diamonds beggar belief.

We liked this poster a lot.

Three children just brought home an avalanche of school-work at the same time as a tide of my tools, exhibition things, paintings and project work arrived. Two things I like most (not mine).

It's a metaphor for an artist's block! Every week the 'Foggers' come with roaring tools and masks to eliminate the dengue mosquitos and so rapidly the very strange (almost apocalyptic) becomes routine.