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  • The Ponderwall

    It started with the weather images. Today I take them with a sophisticated digital camera but I started them in pre-digital times as small gouache paintings done very quickly and very small from my back doorstep

  • Standen – an age of innovation

    Like many a great piece of design everything here is a product of a singular design practice, Morris and Webb. Wallpapers, carpets, the totality of the fixtures and fittings is a celebration of the arts and Crafts movement so strongly espoused by Morris

  • A Garden Start

    The colour flows from the movement of hand and arm allied to brainwork developing the ideas the eye has created in the mind, The gesture with pain carries the unconscious and conscious vision

  • Death of a Poppy

    I see in my garden testaments of time passing. It is an interplay between a connoisseur’s knowledge of art, a photographer’s searching vision, my aesthetic values and a sense of mortality.

  • Back to the Future?

    The world shifts and we roll backwards into a new future path, so my painting must follow my heart there too. Once more into the breach…

  • Stepping Out

    In an earlier essay on here I wrote about ‘Following in Slaters Footsteps’ which may have been seen to imply I copy what he did. That would not be terribly creative would it? No, I follow his footsteps as he walked Seaford and the Cuckmere from where he lived, just up the road from me.…

  • A Garden

    Ten of the thirty-one days in March we had frosts, but bumblebees have been around for a couple of weeks, and I saw my first caterpillar of the year and heard the first skylark on the Down above the town

  • Beauty and the Creative Process

    Beauty and the Creative Process

    … It’s not exactly watching the world go by sitting in a garden, but visual curiosity is the engine driver of my creativity and there is so much to see in the daily changes in a simple garden.

  • The Death Sting

    I walk with a camera, sometime with my partner, sometime accompanied by a man and his dog but mostly alone, looking for the delights of man and nature. My painting is paused whilst I try to figure a way of working that will not challenge my body. I think of Matisse working in bed aided…

  • …And the Sea Steamed

    The colour of the water, paler for quite a way out from the Cuckmere River mouth as fresh water entered the ocean, was indeed steaming.

  • An Edge to Reality

    In my work documenting decay on the English South Coast I walk with a camera and record what I see with a view to taking it into the studio to process into paintings. This is a developmental path well known since the 19th century, flowering in the 20th in the work of many artists

  • Stalled but engine running…

    In my last post in November, I wrote of my mental confusion and the twists and turns I was making to find a way forward with my work. Since then, I have done plenty of work with the camera, but the problems remained unresolved. I am beginning to realise that many of the problems stem…