Poles, Cables, Pandemic & Prussian Blue

Poles, Cables, Pandemic & Prussian Blue

I try not to interpret my own paintings but I guess I should trace the trajectory of especially this one – painted at such a time, painted during these times. Yes, maybe times are such when the world has shrunk to the size of a fist, where fear and empathy are as rife...
St Ives/ undated

St Ives/ undated

I seem to have brought the rains with me to this sleepy little town by the seaside but the rains here seem friendlier than anywhere else. It is no wonder every settler I meet tells me about how they came here and never went back. And those who are the local...

from the brexit diaries/31st January 2020

the only borders I see from up here are blue- gold-green alliances… you’ve locked the sea you say, or you’ve tried to but those waves will dash higher than Ben Nevis or Macdui when they do; and you’ll know when your un-bleeding sluices your patios, declots the bread...
30th March 2018/ Of Nodes and Internodes

30th March 2018/ Of Nodes and Internodes

The remarkable thing about life is its tenacity to carry on. We worry so much about death and how it might snatch us when we’re ill or injured but life doesn’t give up that easily on us. It tries its utmost to heal and to carry on. This is its nature. We are born to...
15th February 2018/ Words get in the way

15th February 2018/ Words get in the way

Last month at a Salon Littéraire in Paris, someone asked me about how important it was for me to touch and to feel my words before I spelt them out on my sheets. His words set me thinking. Perhaps one of the most abstract sounds in the world is a ‘word’ but only until...