Artistic people have the knack of making ordinary things beautiful. Last week I went to a concert in Goodwick, at a church overlooking the bay. It was an overcast evening, grey light on a grey sea and the breakwater cutting across the centre of the bay. There was half an hour before the concert started and continue reading »
My studio table and floor is disappearing under pieces of paper and chapter five is well under way. Writing and illustrating a book has its own pace and momentum; you have to keep a part of your brain connected to it or it’s hard to pick up the threads again. On the other hand, twelve continue reading »
When Thor Heyerdahl took his balsa wood raft Kon Tiki across the Pacific in 1947, he did it to show that in theory the Polynesian islanders could have originated from mainland South America. There’s nothing quite like a bit of practical archaeology; personally, I’d have paid more attention to history lessons at school if they had continue reading »