by Patrick | Nov 25, 2025 | art, art as language, Design, drawing, education, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Travel
A chat with Amanda Lewis-Clements Patrick: Come on. I’ve been asking you for your working process for bloody ages and nothing has come. Do you blame your other half? Or is that just you cop out! Amanda: No, it’s not… (laughter) well because he said he...
by Patrick | Nov 3, 2025 | art, art as language, drawing, painting
How pleasant it is to wander a show labelled with Turner’s name and be one of only a dozen worshippers scattered across a number of beautifully lit, well presented (love the wall colour) galleries. From time to time the Towner shakes off the dross and presents us with...
by Patrick | Oct 24, 2025 | Lifestyle, painting, Remembrance, Uncategorized
I greet each day looking to the sky, blessing the dawn’s arrival. The cat is under my feet until I fill his food bowl after which he lets me meander outside to gaze at the firmament. On this morning the crescent moon shone brightly, the sun, its light bringing more...
by Patrick | Oct 11, 2025 | art, art as language, Design, drawing, education, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, Remembrance
There has been a Ravilious room at Eastbourne’s Towner Gallery for quite a long time. Reworking now in a generous and long overdue space liberated by the addition of new galleries downstairs breathes new life into appreciating his short-lived genius. Ravilious is an...
by Patrick | Sep 29, 2025 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, Design, drawing, education, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Steps
It started with the weather images. Today I take them with a sophisticated digital camera (so far 3,600 images) but I started them in pre-digital times as small gouache paintings done very quickly and very small from my back doorstep in Lancashire. There I delighted...
by Patrick | Jul 29, 2025 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, pastels, photography
I was asleep but uncomfortable. It felt like there was a hot water bottle against my back. Yes of course it was the cat – progressed from walking along my spine to just waiting and heating. Blearily I looked at my watch. Just after six. Sun is rising. Yeah OK Sid, I...
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