Sardinia, bougainvillea and rescue

Sardinia, bougainvillea and rescue

At first it was just the intensity at dusk. It made the colours fluoresce, red-violet against green with an intensity that quite took my breath away. The next day I saw that although not the dominant plant in the hotels gardens it was the most dramatic in the way it...
Tate Titillation

Tate Titillation

Going up to town from Seaford, where I live, is relatively easy, letting the train take the strain. There are only three direct trains a day though, and the last of these gets in to town at 10.00. As I often do now, I make my meetings mid-afternoon so I can pop into...
California Dreamin’ in colour

California Dreamin’ in colour

Despite the sun it was a little chilly still (it was only the end of May after all) so I had the door to the studio closed. I was enjoying myself drawing away with Rodrigo’s ‘Concerto d’Aranjuez’ playing, when I heard this intemperate squawking. There on the post...
Fools Gold?

Fools Gold?

They can see that he’s just a fool As he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning around” There is a large chunk of me in this Beatles song. As a service brat I was always moving,...
Pencils and Paintboxes

Pencils and Paintboxes

As a child I was brought up in Cyprus. In retrospect this profoundly influenced my sense of colour. The colours of the Mediterranean are bleached out by the sun, dominated by Naples Yellow, Terracotta and the almost Cerulean blue of the Mediterranean sky. When the...
Trains and Boats and planes….

Trains and Boats and planes….

There is a song from the seventies echoing around my head – was it Peter, Paul and Mary? Can’t remember but it reminds me that having posted articles about cruise liners and cross channel ferries before, the missing bit about sleep on the move is the...