Aftershocks

Aftershocks

Slowly, slowly I am getting back to working in the studio. I am generally an optimist, some have called me a gambler, a risk taker, but that has been my life, and has enabled me to advance both in art and design, and to succeed, fail, succeed again in business. Cancer...
What do you paint?

What do you paint?

Classic question, isn’t it? Everyone’s response when you say you paint, occasionally bitten off halfway through when the questioner realises the foolishness of asking.  “I do flower paintings” is my standard riposte to this question. An answer as misleading as the...
Shock to the System

Shock to the System

It’s just on three months since I had the nephrostomy. Three months with a catheter into my kidney draining wastes into a bag strapped to my leg.  Three months of this sploshing as a half full bag of piss moves against my leg as I walk. Three months of this warm damp...
Art Flowering

Art Flowering

Eighteen months is a long time, in any world not just, as they say, in politics. In the Seaford art world it is bringing changes as the Crypt Gallery becomes a trust, the gallery being leased by the council to a charitable trust formed by the Friends. Eighteen months...
The Dustman and the Baroness

The Dustman and the Baroness

It’s been a long road to the studio in Seaford, and time has taken its toll on my body, if not my mind.  Testing time through which my art and my lover have sustained me. It has been quite a journey. When I left college I worked as a bar/cellar man for four or five...