I scanned an article somewhere recently, that said in times of great economic upheaval, artists flourish not financially, but creatively. The edict being one supposes, that freed from the constraints of commerce, the floodgates of Dionysian proportions are open. Given that I feel like I’ve been tapping the vein and catching the mainline to subconscious […]

Fridays are my only concession to the mundanity of the working week, which is only ever punctuated in the evenings by occasional ruminations at my easel. Please follow and like us:

Having laid down a light wash, and distinguished the details, I started to work in the background because I feel that as with the Valley piece, the geography for this piece,carries the same weight as the message. Please follow and like us:

Whilst at some sterile mall somewhere the other day, I was drawn to the promise of starting 2010 early by enlivening it at a calendar kiosk. Please follow and like us:

I’m in a hermetic funk. Please follow and like us:

Very occasionally, there comes a moment, when you feel a part of something that is the culmination of all the blood, sweat and-frankly-ballache of being an artist. And so it was last evening at the Belly Up. Please follow and like us:

I kept hearing David’s plaintive cry, “I just wish something would break soon.” relates former manager, Kenneth Pitt in Marc Spitz’s excellent new book- Bowie biography. Please follow and like us: