On Hull’s historic Hessle Road sits an old furniture shop. It drew me because it reminds me, timelessly, of my childhood when shops smelt of calor gas and mystery. The building’s architecture also interested me, with its sharp pointed roof and dated front. Hessle Road is a unique place in Hull, now sadly neglected in […]Read Post ›
On a languidly hot day in Amsterdam, a young man relaxes, his foot dangling in the murky water. This is an oasis of peace, with just the faintest ringing of tram bells to disturb him. His phone lies on his stomach, his day pack by his side. A stolen moment. The light is strong, radiating […]Read Post ›
I wanted this work to radiate heat, a heat that energises and whitens and purifies. I wanted this work to include shadows, shade, little corners. shutters of blue painted wood. The shop is closed, perhaps it is Sunday, or lunch time. There is peace here, just the scent of meat stew, the blossom of peaches […]Read Post ›
The Florentin is a maze of Levantine streets in the south of Tel Aviv. I was fascinated by it, intoxicated by its smells, heady whiffs of coriander and mint and cooking oil, and crumbling architecture, peeling layers of concrete and masonry, rotted by brine and pollution . I have known this city most of my […]Read Post ›
A favourite spot of Edinburgh, a row of purple-hued tenements hugging the edge of the Meadows, their shape and colour accentuated by the late afternoon sky, filled with pink swirls, clouds of marshmallow, candy floss and Turkish Delight. The sky and trees remind me of the western fringes of Scotland, where the air is scented with brine and seaweed and […]Read Post ›
A long walk on the lower edges of the New Town, soothed by the gentle heat, refreshed by the air that hints of lands beyond the Forth, of pine and heather and sea salt. The sky is so blue, so deep. It is a unique light, a rare treat, casting a spell of sorcery and magic, turning the stone […]Read Post ›
This work depicts the lighthouse at Honfleur in Normandy. The scene is set at dusk, when the summery sky turns to a riot of pastel colours and the trees and walls darken. The work is on a 12″ x 9″ canvas which can hang without the need for framing if wished, and it makes an […]Read Post ›
This view depicts a group of Parisian buildings in the dying embers of a hot day. The sky is slowly turning pink and the stone reflecting back the summer‘s day that has passed. As a 0.4 inch deep canvas the work can hang without the need for framing. A perfect souvenir of the City of […]Read Post ›
My walk took me further away from the heart of the New Town, past Scotland Street, and Broughton Street, down to an area of secret parks and gardens and streets that seem to have fallen off the grand design, ending suddenly in a wall of railings and trees. A certain austerity creeps in, a Scottish […]Read Post ›
Shortly before leaving London, I travelled by canal and took inspiration from the buildings and bridges. It is tinged with sadness maybe. I wanted to capture the sky, a portentous, ominous sky, and the texture of the bricks and stucco. I wanted to feel the heat, and smell the heady scent of the canal and […]Read Post ›
