I am so excited to let you know that I have a new summer exhibition of local work now on show at the fabulous Galley Café in Bakewell in the Peak District.
Summer Exhibition at Gallery Café Bakewell
Gallery Café is a gorgeous little café situated in the heart of bustling historic Bakewell, which sells good strong Italian coffee, delicious homemade cakes and fresh food and snacks. Faye, the owner has a real eye for local art and the café walls are covered with colourful, expressive work by local artists depicting the outstanding natural beauty of one of England’s best kept secrets- our fabulous Peak District.
original paintings by nikki risbridger
I will have a selection of work on display at the Gallery Café throughout the summer, some of which is also for sale in my online shop but please do get in touch. I also love to paint your commissions and am very happy to paint from your photos.
So do come along to Gallery Café in Bakewell Derbyshire and make sure you try their
local delicacy The Bakewell Tart.
Paintings at the Summer Exhibition
Dandelions in the grass
I love the intricacy of a dandelion seed head. And, just like with the poppy in bloom, its appeal is only enhanced by the knowledge that you can never keep it or preserve it or even get it home. One puff and those tiny seeds are scattered to the wind somewhere, anywhere to start life again. Something a little magical about its transience, a tiny work of nature’s art made by fairy hands.
Poppies by the wall
Such a stunning hedgerow in June. There is something about the ephemeral poppy that is irresistible with its paper thin delicate petals, its black seeds and such a bright bright red.
A messy June hedgerow and a tangle of leaves and stalks and flowers to take the breath away.
I am an artist living and working in the French Alps.
I was born and grew up near the Peak District in England and it was the raw, earthy beauty of the Pennines which impressed upon me a desire to capture a sense of that feral landscape. The big skies, the moody crags, the desolate moorland and the squat buildings. And the rolling greys and browns and greens of the boggy hillsides and moors and the skies behind and above – and a certain harshness of living and of the lives there, small against the hugeness of the natural world…