by Patrick | Jun 25, 2020 | art, education, Lifestyle, Remembrance
We are going through a period of change again. Periodically society gets shaken up. Right now we are seeing idle hands taking advantage of the reduction in police numbers brought on by a policy of balancing the national budget, itself blown apart by the CV-19...
by Patrick | Mar 15, 2020 | art, drawing, Lifestyle, Remembrance, Uncategorized
My local church is St. Leonards. It is in the centre of the town and for many forms the central focus of small-town life, a focus enhanced by its proximity to the railway station and both our doctor’s surgeries. It has a thriving congregation especially at Christmas...
by Patrick | Dec 17, 2019 | art, art as language, Design, drawing, education, Op Art, painting, pastels, Remembrance, Uncategorized
My Verdun Triptych has now found a new home in a local public school, and there’s a story behind this dating back to the 1970’s. When I complete my degree course I was upset to be handed the application forms for a posts-graduate teaching course. This seemed like a...
by Patrick | Dec 7, 2019 | education, Environment, Lifestyle, Remembrance
As a service brat I found it hard to garner a sense of belonging other than to the nation whose armed forces my father served for 35 years, and which as a result housed the family. Part of service life was the Sunday church service and I followed my father as a...
by Patrick | Nov 19, 2019 | art, Design, education, Environment, Lifestyle, photography, Remembrance, Travel
It’s a wonderful town, we all know that. My first visit, as a young artist and college lecturer, was on Laker’s Skytrain from Manchester, £99 return for the US independence bicentennial celebrations in 1976. I took hundreds of images of skyscrapers and made my money...
by Patrick | Aug 2, 2019 | education, Environment, Lifestyle, Remembrance, Travel, Uncategorized
Just 16 houses and a flint church. I pulled up on the area of grass in front of the churchyard. As I opened the car door the scent of crushed grass filled my nostrils. A wood pigeon cooed and stared down at me from the round spire of the church. A crow gave a single...
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