I am Lucy Care, an artist, and historian.  I trained at Norwich School of Art and the University of Bristol.  I have worked at the Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts and, more recently on various community art projects in North Norfolk.  I started with oils and watercolours and now use both these and collage, film, print and clay. Why 'Coming Home'? I needed to change titles as my husband, Jonathan Care has now opened a brilliant site at www.pastonpictures.co.uk and for some reason that is how I feel. It's a long journey, but the end of it is definitely coming home, not coming to a stop. St Augustine said 'our hearts are restless 'til they find their rest in you'.


I was diagnosed with CLL a form of chronic leukaemia in 2007  and, although it might be easier to miss this out, it has had a major impact on my life and on my practice as an artist.    It has also caused one or two arguments with God - you have to be there to understand¦..

As a historian, I am deeply involved with the Paston Heritage society who seek to inform and explore the wonderful world of the Paston letters¦(www.pastonheritage.co.uk)

I am fascinated by the beauty and unexpectedness of the ordinary and use found objects deliberately for that reason in installations and in printmaking. I like to encourage interaction with my art and with the viewer so that from being a spectator it becomes possible to be part of the act of creation.   I look for that moment when "˜Suddenly everybody bursts out singing."

Hope you enjoy looking around please comment if you like. I have no idea who visits this type of site on-line apart from friends and family but it seems the ultimate form of interaction without meeting you in person.

Just been reading the biography of Eric Liddell, Olympic champion and missionary in China. Very moving. This was his favourite hymn,and was sung at his memorial service when news of his death came home.. He died in a Japanese internment camp in China in 1945.

"Be Still, My Soul"
by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897
1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Hymn #651
The Lutheran Hymnal
Text: Psalm 46:10
Author: Catharine Amalia Dorothea von Schlegel, 1752, cento
Translated by: Jane Borthwick, 1855
Titled: "Stille, mein Wille"

Who would have thought it? After I was retired by Occupational health last year as a teacher, there seemed to be some doubt as to whether I could still operate as an artist...although I have been selling my works for nearly 30 years on and off. I finally got permission to sell my own work!

It has surprised me how depressing it is not to be allowed to work.....or is it just having someone else control my decisions? Anyway....it is good to be allowed to work as an artist and always good if someone else wants your work...if you like anything on this site, please contact me at : lucyecare@aol.com thanks

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After three weeks, Isolde has finally hatched four lovely ducklings...much smaller than the wild ducklings in the top garden and very pretty colouring. Abelard is still being a bit of a bully and Araminta has had to be isolated for her own safety....I can't think why my family don't appreciate my naming gifts.

Poem by Anne Holme
Music by Thomas Alexander
Film by Lucy Care