by Patrick | May 15, 2023 | art, art as language, Lifestyle, photography, Travel, wilderness
In Such is Life I catalogued my adventures in the NHS over the years. That was written two years ago, and deterioration has continued. As a result, so have the operations. Maybe because of the removal of part of my blood circulation I have been becoming increasingly...
by Patrick | Oct 19, 2022 | art as language, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Remembrance, Travel
It’s the cat’s fault. He doesn’t mean to really, but he manages to wake me every morning before dawn. I think it is related to his nocturnal prowling but even as dawn has moved later now, in mid-October, he is still waking me around 5a.m. I lie warm under the duvet...
by Patrick | Aug 27, 2022 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Travel, wilderness
South Barn It has been a dry hot summer. The Barn is known for having no heating, not being wind proof, sometimes not even waterproof, and today there is one of those miserable damp misty sea fret sort of days. Perched on Seaford Head the rest of the South Downs...
by Patrick | Dec 20, 2020 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, pastels, photography, Travel
Among the many images I have collected of the #BRotS (see The Bridget Riley of the Shingle for explanation) are images of the defences at the mouth of the Cuckmere, part of a system aimed at protecting the internationally famous and genuinely iconic Coastguard...
by Patrick | May 28, 2020 | art, art as language, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, Travel
Apparently, despite storms or collapse, every Empire has this 50-year long surge of the arts as its last flickering flame of greatness. Certainly, the Britain I have lived in has achieved remarkable things in music, the visual arts, theatre, film and literature. In my...
by Patrick | Apr 13, 2020 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Op Art, painting, photography, Travel, Uncategorized
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. Masefield 1902 Once...
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