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...
Art lives Outside the Hive

Art lives Outside the Hive

An artist friend of mine spent Christmas in Bangkok. They wrote to me saying: “I could not get over the tension and apocalyptic nature of the street experience I have been sensing in Asia. I started to break down the elements I was reacting to and analyzing my...
Of Wood, Waves and Walking

Of Wood, Waves and Walking

Going up to town from Seaford is relatively easy, letting the train take the strain, assuming there arte any running of course. There are Supposedly three direct trains a day though in this rapidly becoming a third world country they rarely appear. If they do the last...
Practicing my Scales

Practicing my Scales

Musicians practice their scales hour after hour, and play practice pieces over and over again, seeking perfection. In my new studio I too am practising my scales – my colour sense is being subjected to physical testing, using different media to play games and...