Learning the Visual Language

Learning the Visual Language

So much art these days. So much of it derivative, so little advancing, surprising or extending our understanding. So little beauty. When Beardsley grubbed in the darker regions of the human mind he produced drawings of extraordinary power and elegance, beautiful black...
Walking Wounded

Walking Wounded

Recently I had dinner with a designer becoming exhausted with the stress of running a large (and very successful) practice. Disillusioned with client relations they were coming to terms with the designer as the elite of the servant classes, rather than being a member...
Silly Season in Seaford

Silly Season in Seaford

Blimey, I didn’t expect one photograph to generate this kind of response, but as one person said “it is the silly season”. In my last blog I talked about the impact of the large sensor in the Canon 5Ds. To begin with I went with my thirst for colour and the...
In Praise of Colour

In Praise of Colour

In 2000 I bought my first digital camera, a Sony Mavica. It took images that were 1600 x 1200 pixels and took poor quality video as well as stills. The images were good enough for web publishing in the days when we all had telephone link-ups with their characteristic...
Bridget Riley at the De La Warr Pavilion

Bridget Riley at the De La Warr Pavilion

When I went to art college in the mid 1960’s the big art movement of the day was so-called ‘Op Art’, with Bridget Riley paintings being pirated for use on everything from dresses to carrier bags. Many of us as students played with the systems and ideas contained in...