by Patrick | Jun 15, 2026 | art, art as language, BRotS, education, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography, wilderness
Daisy, daisy… Daisy, Daisy, Give me your answer, do! I’m half crazy, All for the love of you! written by Harry Dacre in 1892 The oxeye daisies have grown high. Unlike the common daisy which shrinks in a lawn, oxeye stands tall and proud and springs up as soon as...
by Patrick | Mar 20, 2026 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, Design, drawing, education, Environment, Lifestyle, Op Art, painting, photography
It started, as so many ideas do these days, with seeing something again in the garden. The fuchsia had grown tall against the flint wall. It was not just the progression of the scale of the floret, from tiny bud to full flower but also the progressions of colour and...
by Patrick | Sep 29, 2025 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, Design, drawing, education, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Steps
It started with the weather images. Today I take them with a sophisticated digital camera (so far 3,600 images) but I started them in pre-digital times as small gouache paintings done very quickly and very small from my back doorstep in Lancashire. There I delighted...
by Patrick | Apr 8, 2025 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography
In an earlier essay on here I wrote about ‘Following in Slaters Footsteps’ which may have been seen to imply I copy what he did. That would not be terribly creative would it? No, I follow his footsteps as he walked Seaford and the Cuckmere from where he lived, just up...
by Patrick | Mar 27, 2025 | art, BRotS, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography
How is it that eating a plate of corned beef hash can result in a gain of 2 pounds weight? Admittedly it was a large portion, cooked myself, with a few baked beans on the side, but it blew my weight loss out the window! So now I need to set about trying to walk it off...
by Patrick | Jan 17, 2025 | art, BRotS, Lifestyle, painting, photography
I knew it was cold. The evidence of the frosted grasses and the snow on the higher Downs away from the sea was evidence enough of temperatures reaching minus 8 or 9 in the night, and still well below zero as I walked. I dressed for it – fur hat, the thick Norwegian...
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