West Coast Harmonies

West Coast Harmonies

I never really thought of the Beach Boys as anything more than happy harmonics. West Coast surfer sound lacking the depth, emotional and musical, of the Beatles. They reflected the US West Coast in all its frothy entertainment world frivolity. Looking back maybe the...
Diamonds not wardrobes

Diamonds not wardrobes

I thought “Bugger Narnia”. It may have been that for an English child in the early 20th century the darkness of grandma’s wardrobe, the smell of camphor and cedar wood were the harbingers of mystery and adventure. In a miserable damp English autumn...
Landscape into Art

Landscape into Art

A few  years ago there was an exhibition in London’s Serpentine Gallery called ‘Art into Landscape’. From the earliest Renaissance masters through Turner and the Impressionists, to Hockney’s brilliance, the face of our globe has been a source of visual fascination,...
Seeing Seaford as Home

Seeing Seaford as Home

I arrived in Seaford at the beginning of August 2013, attracted by the land and seascape around here. Many years ago I used to live in Brighton (and indeed had my first exhibitions of my paintings there) but its big city provincial brashness didn’t appeal after...
Waves and Gate Broken – in the studio

Waves and Gate Broken – in the studio

Juggling the studio as an addition to writing and photographing hotels for HotelDesigns, and at the same time making space for walks/fitness along the coast is proving a tough but enjoyable challenge. It means when I do get in the studio I tend to be very focussed as...
Of Wood, Waves and Walking

Of Wood, Waves and Walking

Going up to town from Seaford is relatively easy, letting the train take the strain, assuming there arte any running of course. There are Supposedly three direct trains a day though in this rapidly becoming a third world country they rarely appear. If they do the last...