A lovely white stuccoed shop, a barber’s, sits quietly in the light of dawn, waiting for customers. The street is deserted, the windows hinting only at life within. I liked the patchwork of colours, squares of white, of milky coffee, lines of pink and blue. The sky is warm, suggesting a hot day to come, […]Read Post ›
A mysterious passage of light and shadow, thick solid stone, a greenish tint, gold tarnished perhaps. A cloister for gowned advocates perhaps, a place for ghostly footsteps by night, perhaps the very souls of the hanged and the damned in the heart of Edinburgh’s old town, or perhaps a reminder of a time when Scotland’s […]Read Post ›
A man sits alone on a train, at night, the destination unknown, a fleeting moment of transience, paths crossed. It is summer, the carriage is hot. Shorts, t-shirt, a paper mask that adds a sense of mystery. It is a strange summer indeed, and yet in the midst of it, we continue our lives. The work is striking, […]Read Post ›
A bookshop in Amsterdam, a place of dreams, of floating letters and dusty spines, creaking floorboards that awaken one from reverie. Outside trams trundle past, thunderous chariots of light and speed, and above gables, home of gulls and pigeons, witness to centuries gone. A place of magic, of spells and mystery. Scents of parchment, incense, […]Read Post ›
A secular pilgrimage long dreamed of and finally arrived, a place of wonder, of longing fulfilled and reawakened too. It felt so vast, that I could travel for days, weeks even and never reach the end. My own American dream was formed by 1970s dramas, films, books and fantasies, a land of palm trees and […]Read Post ›
I loved the colours of this row, in a suburb of Chicago. The colours of summer, of strawberries, of peaches and cream, of short crust pastry and nutmeg. The sky is warm and blue, a pure blue, the blue of sapphires. I enjoy strolling in the huge city, exploring new streets, places of life and […]Read Post ›
As a child, my first foreign holiday was to Denmark, remembered as a golden land of sun, of yellow and light blue sky. We stayed in a farm house for two glorious weeks. I fell in love with Denmark, land of magic and beauty. I later returned, and in this work I set out to […]Read Post ›
The heat is like a wall, the sky open, wide, endless. Crickets, dust, the hum of a distant engine. France in the summer, douce France, sweet, the Land of Wonders. A village, asleep, secret. The road leads upwards, a game of shadow and light. Echoes of a time long passed, an old garage, dated, nostalgic. A lovely […]Read Post ›
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 ›
This view depicts rooftops in the city of Tel Aviv. It is a view I have painted before in different shades and dimensions. I find the act of looking down onto a rooftop, and living space fascinating, a secret intrusion, a fleeting feeling of flying. There is a timelessness to the scene too, as the […]Read Post ›
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