I lived in Israel for several years. It was my home, and still the state of my citizenship. It was not always an easy relationship, I often felt homesick and out of place. The heat was too much at times. Yet there were evenings of fragrant pink dusk, orange blossom and spice, evenings when I […]Read Post ›
Decades ago, when I was a child on the fringes of manhood, when I lived with my parents in a huge, ugly house in Luxembourg, I dreamt I would one day be free. Freedom lapped at the edges of my soul, whispered in my ear, flickers of hope, embers of desire. Like an animal caged […]Read Post ›
Just a short blog entry on the joy of staying in a home, not a hotel when travelling. The above painting I did from photographs taken on an Airbnb trip to Paris. We stayed in a Parisian garret flat, redolent of wood and coffee with views over the Marais. I screamed in delight when I […]Read Post ›
I suspect there is no word for this. I have an envy for the lives of other people. It is all pervasive, it is irrational, it pops up without warning, as unwelcome as a swimming pool erection. I can do little about it and I have had it ever since I was a child. I […]Read Post ›
This highly detailed photorealist work depicts two doorways in Amsterdam. The colour is hot, bright, intense beyond words. The shadows beckon with mystery and coolth. The bricks and colours and texture ooze Amsterdam. As a 0.4 inch canvas, the work can hang without the need for further framing.
I was struck by the lovely colour and old red bricks of this corner take-away in Hull’s Hessle Road, by the hints of exotic food, mixing with the briny air of the Humber. I felt a sense of history, my history, for I was born not far from here half a century ago. This work […]Read Post ›
It is too fleeting, this little taste of beauty that cannot last. A morning in Dinard, envious looks at hotels and houses. Glamorous once, a retreat of artists and actors, a rival of Biarritz. I want to stay, as I always do in a place of beauty that is not my own. I dream and […]Read Post ›
I grew up in Luxembourg in the 1970s, a tiny, prosperous and cosy Grand Duchy, shielded from darkness and evil. Yet a short drive beyond the border was the northern edge of France, a place of rust and poverty, tatty, derelict, and rough. I was fascinated by the sight of prisons and barracks, windows into […]Read Post ›
A street scene in Amsterdam, a group of strangers and friends sit at tables in the summer heat. They drink beer. The chat and the stare. What is their story, their dream? The work is rich in urban realism. It is rich in colour and in warmth. It is a very special and unique work. […]Read Post ›
This highly detailed photorealist work depicts two doorways in Amsterdam. The colour is hot, bright, intense beyond words. The shadows beckon with mystery and coolth. The bricks and colours and texture ooze Amsterdam. As a 0.4 inch canvas, the work can hang without the need for further framing. www.artfinder.com/product/amsterdam-doors-and-tiles-and-sun/#/
