On a Cold and Bright Day

My nose and cheeks were rosy red from my morning walk so thought I would settle down and cosy up in my ever expanding studio.

The Squirrels are coming along nicely,

and the Moorhens are nearly ready...


I am working on four small figures too, they are a little shy so I will post some progress when they are feeling ready for the world.

On the easel...

This is the last Anna painting: still some work to do. The quality of the photo isn't great but it gives the idea!



and now for something totally different...




Along with the figurative work I will also be sharing some random, more abstract work that I have done... here is a taster.

Old friend

Here is the first of the three I mentioned of Anna; first started, first finished. This was the beginning of my exploration back to the more technical aspects of drawing and painting after several years of exploring other mediums; a return of my attention to light, tone, colour and composition.


I was pleased at this attenpt and welcomed the fact that I could suprise myself. On reflection now, I think that developments in how I have grown in the world in understanding and how I approach a challenge in other areas of my personal and working life, have translated themselves into my approach to painting.

First Sneaky Peek!

Here is the first sneaky peek at something I have been working on. The first of two figurative paintings.

...just to show some of the developments that happen in the process...













...and the bigger picture...

I'm really enjoying this one! Watch this space...

Welcome!

Welcome to my blog! My hope is that this will be a place for me to reflect on my work and for you to see what I have been up to in the studio! I'd like to welcome you with some words from a poem by Derek Walcott. Some images from the studio will follow soon!

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott