Tag: Photography

  • Drawing and the Garden

    Drawing and the Garden

    The garden is endlessly fascinating. Even as a student I painted images of a lawn. Now I am working on images of my own garden again. I made a little drawing of grass, which to my surprise seemed to work well, and I have been exploring the imagery further through a series of drawings.

  • Sardinia, bougainvillea and rescue

    Sardinia, bougainvillea and rescue

    At first it was just the intensity at dusk. It made the colours fluoresce, red-violet against green with an intensity that quite took my breath away. The colours of the Mediterranean glow in the mid-summer sunlight

  • Tate Titillation

    Tate Titillation

    The Tate has followed various foibles of various Keepers through deep green walls etc., but the latest incarnation for the first time respects the original building. The architect and interior designer have allowed it to speak, holding their egos in check with quite splendid results

  • Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, and grass is always greener

    Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, and grass is always greener

    Raindrops glistened in the grass after we had a thoroughly violent thunder and rain storm. I decided to draw outside with the oil pastel.

  • California Dreamin’ in colour

    California Dreamin’ in colour

    I had been working with the colour from the peonies I featured previously but had struggled to make anything work. This time the colour flowed off the pencils, nearly working through the page in my sketch book.

  • “the Channel in the mad March days”

    “the Channel in the mad March days”

    The coasters themselves have vanished save the examples left in Museums. Now looking some 12 miles out to sea, where the westward bound lane of Channel shipping can be seen, ships passing look like huge blocks of flats laden with containers

  • Fools Gold?

    Fools Gold?

    Their colour seems short lived as petals seem to get paler over the day, and the life of a flower seems relatively short. Capturing the colour was my goal, and having filled some pages in the sketch book and taken many photographs I am ready to push forward, going with the flow, see where it…

  • Pencils and Paintboxes

    Pencils and Paintboxes

    As a child I was brought up in Cyprus. In retrospect this profoundly influenced my sense of colour. The colours of the Mediterranean are bleached out by the sun, dominated by Naples Yellow, Terracotta and the almost Cerulean blue of the Mediterranean sky.

  • Trains and Boats and planes….

    Trains and Boats and planes….

    I have travelled business class with BA, upper class with Virgin over the Atlantic (a one-off cheap offer) and, on this trip, in the business class cabin of Emirates. They are all brilliant. Images : propellers to jets

  • West Coast Harmonies

    West Coast Harmonies

    I never really thought of the Beach Boys as anything more than happy harmonics. West Coast surfer sound lacking the depth, emotional and musical, of the Beatles. They reflected the US West Coast in all its frothy entertainment world frivolity.

  • Diamonds not wardrobes

    Diamonds not wardrobes

    I lay on the beach in the hot African autumn sunshine a century later. Further north the brutal isolation of the Skeleton Coast starts, but here on St. Helena’s Bay the sand was warm and the waves lay their spume, gently, barely feet away as the sea spends its energy. The South Atlantic here is…

  • Landscape into Art

    Landscape into Art

    A few years ago there was an exhibition in London’s Serpentine Gallery called ‘Art into Landscape’. From the earliest Renaissance masters through Turner and the Impressionists, to Hockney’s brilliance, the face of our globe has been a source of visual fascination, interpretation and reinterpretation for painters. Our developing technologies have added an additional dimension to…