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 scene […]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 ›
Light and shadow gently play hide and seek in this deserted French stairwell. Piano music echoes, timeless and soothing. A hint of stew cooking, scents of baking, rosemary, cardamon and freshly roasted coffee. Yet nothing disturbs the mystery. The walls are textured, layered, story upon story. Creams and whites and pinks, corners of shadow, home […]Read Post ›
This view depicts a crossroads in Amsterdam, on the outer ring of the city centre, a place of canals and bridges, small parks, rumbling trams and lovely buildings. I loved this one in particular, with its angles and lines, commanding the corner. Echoes of times past, of hope and modernity, style and fashion. The heat […]Read Post ›
The gentle heat of a Scottish summer; lazy, enchanted and scented with blossom. An Edinburgh terrace, just over the Dean Bridge, bordered by slithers of park and radiating gold and sandy tones. A wisp of classical music, a murmur of voices. Edinburgh at her best, at her quietest. This work is full of satisfying realism and […]Read Post ›
East London, cobbles and red brick, a place of mystery and history. I used to live here. The striking angles and colours of this sandwich shop attracted me and I decided to paint it. The sky is vivid, and the heat in the work is palpable. https://www.artfinder.com/product/mile-end/#/
This striking and refreshing work is a fusion of soft colours, colours of spring and freshness, energised by blood red. A dense, confusing collage of Hebrew letters and words, abstract and random, populate the right of the work. More letters and words exist in the work, an expression of Jewish identity, an expression of romantic love and […]Read Post ›
The first scene on arrival, full of excitement and joy, and the last scene on leaving, wistful and sad. The Damrak, a body of water flanked by ancient town houses, and bordered on the other side by a wide road of trams and cars, captures a little corner of Amsterdam. Beyond the houses, lies the […]Read Post ›
A lone man relaxes at an Amsterdam street-side cafe, listening to music, unaware of the tumult around him. The heat is palpable. Coffee, steam, warmth. Eggs and toast and jam. A day in Amsterdam ahead, a day of endless possibility. What can one do in a single day, a day alone and free? This work, […]Read Post ›
I always know I have arrived in Amsterdam when I see the Basilica of St Nicolas. It looms. It is solid, slightly creepy perhaps in its stuffy Dutch conservativism of yesteryear. Behind its walls begins the maze of the Red Light District, drawing the visitor inwards, into a web of intoxicating vice and intrigue. The […]Read Post ›
