Blast from the Past

Blast from the Past

I’ve been living in Seaford, East Sussex, for over 3 years now, and to my embarrassment I still have boxes in the studio unpacked since moving. Spurred on by a clear out of the garage as a part of a refurbishment of the ground floor of the house, I decided it was time...
The Wrong Shoes, eh Gromit?

The Wrong Shoes, eh Gromit?

It stands erect, ringed in red and white. The dark wilderness of its base set aside from the billowing white up swelling of the chalk cliffs behind it. Thrusting upwards in public warning, its tip glazed and different to its shaft, it stands out by day attracting the...
Aftershocks Continue

Aftershocks Continue

I was shocked to discover that the cancer and the consequential hospital stays had wrought such havoc on my body. My partner and I measure each other (shut up, it’s fun) each year, and I have lost muscle mass along with weight. Thigh muscles to have withered, so I...
Picking Daisies

Picking Daisies

Once upon a time, long, long ago, a father taught his son to draw.  The youth showed a precocious talent. An uncle portrayed as a ‘great ape’ because he called the boy ‘monkey face’, was teased by his brothers about the drawing, and never forgave the lad. Art college...
Collecting Artist Prints

Collecting Artist Prints

I have been a collector most of my life.  At ten I was collecting matchbox toys. At 12 it was British and Commonwealth postage stamps. At 16 it was Cypriot wine bottle labels. In art college, I began looking at collecting the work of other artists, starting with work...