The story
It started with one student and a kitchen table.
A neighbour asked for help with skies. One Tuesday lesson became six, her pages went from muddy to luminous, and the look on her face when the first wash behaved was better than any exhibition I’d hung.
Word got around, and one lesson at the kitchen table became six people wanting the same thing. Seven years later the kitchen table is a proper studio in a converted greenhouse, and the method hasn’t changed: small pages, honest feedback, no ceremony.