I’ve been home for over two months now, trying to catch up with work and life in spite of the best efforts of a rather hefty virus to try and stop me, but I had to return quickly to what is laughingly known as ‘normal’ routine. It took a while after the luxury of ship continue reading »
First, a diary extract from July (yes I know, should have done a blog post weeks ago! Bear with me while I catch up) Youth hostels are extraordinary places. For £12 a night I have a bed overlooking Lake Windermere. The evening light shining on the water makes me long for a small boat continue reading »
“A painting”, said a visitor to my studio as he pondered which picture to buy, “is a conversation”. He chose the one, I guess, that spoke to him most eloquently, and I hope the dialogue is still continuing whenever he looks at it. It’s true that the most effective paintings are those which leave something for continue reading »