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...
Another day, another poppy

Another day, another poppy

I am an early riser. I normally wake around 6.30 and wander downstairs in my dressing gown. Usually I pick up a camera and head into the garden to take my morning photograph. The camera is heavy, the back door locked, the cat demanding. The cat is given a thorough...
Wrapped in the Flag?

Wrapped in the Flag?

I was brought up a ‘service brat’. I am the son of a man whose adult life, from age 16 to 53 was spent serving his country. My father came from a poor background. Grandma and grandad lived in a council house in Bromborough in the Wirral, just across the Mersey from...