Category: Lifestyle

  • Grid Lock

    Grid Lock

    We use grids daily. Sometimes we don’t recognise them as grids, such as in a car park. Sometimes we label them with other names such as ‘cells’ when in a spreadsheet for example, or ‘apartments’ in a block of flats. Pixels in digital imagery work as a grid. Grids provide a framework for colour

  • A Tea Breeze

    A Tea Breeze

    The wind came off the sea, fast and hard. Hitting the 300 foot high cliff face it shot upwards joining forces with higher level wind to bend and blast …

  • Hanging About

    Hanging About

    I rarely drive across a drawbridge. Especially one where the door have to be held back, their ancient bolt heads securing the planks barely an inch either side of the car (contains stunning flower images)

  • Frigid English Beauty

    Frigid English Beauty

    The French say English women are beautiful but cold, maybe because they don’t all go in for two hour lunchtime trysts (funch to American apparently) as French women are reputed to do. If true of course, then these images of frozen roses are a great representation of England.

  • It’s all a Performance

    It’s all a Performance

    Art is a language and all language is about communication. It takes a transmitter and a receiver, and all art need s an audience as without an audience it is like a proverbial tree falling in a forest… so the website is my new stage on which my performances in the studio can be critically…

  • A Reaffirmation of Life

    A Reaffirmation of Life

    About exhibiting: Having work framed up to present formally to an audience can be intimidating (as well as expensive) but is an essential part of the creative process. After all unseen work is like the proverbial falling tree in the forest – if no one sees it does it happen? The purpose of art as…

  • NYNY WTC remembered

    NYNY WTC remembered

    In 1976 I took advantage of Laker Skytrain to fly to the USA to see the celebrations of the bicentenary of their independence. New York was the destination and for three weeks I walked the city with a camera photographing anything that caught my eye, predominantly architecture and sculpture, including the Twin Towers

  • He who hesitates is lost?

    He who hesitates is lost?

    I have never really thought of my photographs as art in their own right, any more than I think a page from my sketchbook is. I have seen the camera as a tool and only now am I beginning to think of them as possible art forms

  • Castles in the Air, Dreams Earthbound

    Castles in the Air, Dreams Earthbound

    the trip would take me out of myself and into a different landscape. Indeed the whole trip was a reminder of what a cobblers our government has made of our road system whilst reminding me of just how beautiful England is.

  • To Paint is to Love Again

    To Paint is to Love Again

    Henry Miller wrote ‘To Paint is to Love Again’ (Cambria Book s published by William Webb in California in 1960). It is a book title that has engraved itself on my mind, and today looking at the progress in the studio I felt the first return of the joy

  • Canvas, Convolvulus and Carpets

    Canvas, Convolvulus and Carpets

    The last major piece I did was based on an image of fuchsias but the recent drawings seem to be taking me away from this – although it may change when I start working on the canvas that is now on the easel ready. Nothing more terrifying than a large blank white canvas

  • 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 colours of the Mediterranean glow in the mid-summer sunlight