Friday, 30 December 2011

Saturday, 24 December 2011

sunsets and invalids.

Dorothy carrington describing a sunset in Corsica ni 1948 
THe sun was sinking as i toiled up the pinnacle….And now all this world was being flooded with golden light, a light so laden with glittering particles that i felt it must surly lie heavy in my hand. Yet not a mist, confusing outlines; on the contrary, its action was to clarify… the Maquis, which all day long had looked tediously uniform, was now fragmented into gleaming turfs of vegetation growing from wells of shade; bushes assumed the dignity of forest trees. Colours too, were transformed: grey rock turned pink and orange, slashed with deep sea blue; the stately peaks….soared, crimson between vertical violet chasms. All that was normally dull and indefinite had become sharp, brilliant and solid: the change was not only colour but of consistency

Saturday, 17 December 2011

future steps. broken by one and a half

washed up tangled fishing net, broke rusted and seaweed strewn. cold sand between finger tips and a past hail storm now enbatteld with the suns rays, i have returned home to the island.  The concrete drone substituted for the winds and finally, a reduction in distraction.  The noise in my head to has subsided the million and one imperiously important things i need to do has fallen to just 3. Questions asked in darker shades of night washed out from under covers, anxiously trying to be patient with myself as i look for a new grain to anchor to and mould a new body of work from, my cat max patently sits on my lap quietly purring whilst my cup of tea sits waiting. An incredible idea hurts, its painful to impregnate with a seed and at the moment i feel like i have over ploughed my mind guilt tripping it into sharing even a hint of whats to come next. I think this move back home will help, i hope. what am i interested in, introspective or extrospective. So often it is worrying about both.

Pick up on a particular event relate to childhood, find a visual explanation in a story a tale or myth, depict it in a contemporary or traditional manner. Be clever use irony.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

emma shoard life drawing

Emma Shoards beautiful drawing.

wonderful new friend

I met Hrvoje Majer at the Other Art fair and a few ngihts ago was invited over for dinner at his amazing studio, we chatted for hours it seemed. a great evening thankyou Hrvoje.

Bird of Prey Flying high Flying high am i going to die

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

sunny and Kai

when is the next show, i went to the flower show and it blew my mind up.



Monday, 5 December 2011

10 ten ..........

you can be my hero baby.

Emma Kemp 

Gina Parr

and more later.


After the success of the opening night me and Eleanor Barreau have been invited back to help host a late night opening in conjunction with NottingHills christmas shopping late night openings, all in all 40 boutiques and shops will open their doors offering drinks and food and i even think their will be personal shopping tours going up and down. Everybody is invited and is a perfect opportunity to come and view the work again away from a gallery type environment, from 5pm his Thursday the 8th.
NARCISS boutique 185 Westbourne Grove, Notting Hill W11 2SB, London, UK 

back log, form.

Hannah Simpson. Lake district, force 8 winds and repeated conversation

in the last three days i have found myself bringing up the Lake District in conversation a number of times, to dave it was sharing experiences of setting out to explore with dads with Elevine it was the magical beauty and so on. the lake district is a childhood setting for some of my greatest achievements..first ten mile walk...highest mountain....coldest fighting stick found...first time i sat in a pub and sank pints with locals. this morning i woke up thinking of lake windermere with its grey green surface and mysterious atmosphere then i remembered my friend and incredibly talented illustrator Hannah Simpson had brought back drawings that she had made whilst their which communicate far better than any photoshopped picture the immensity of the place you can find her here at

and i find you retuned to your stool, elbow on hand whisky dripping off your chin.. and it was like you had never left.

i got my blog back this morning and its been reason to stay in bed, propped up in the corner of a dark room hiding from a condensed grey daylight, i digress. Blogspot realising the truth have apologized and its all gravy!!!

first of all with the blog going down i couldn't cover the Other Art Fair, which was an awesome weekend of letting the world know about me, i met loads of quite incredible people including all the guys that worked their and bought work too, ive got to do a big shout to all the, come on they were all mind blowing...i will post my 10 favorite pieces later this morning. The highlight other than all the meeting seeing and experience sharing was made in the pub, on the friday we hit the pub it was packed with artists an organizers and man it felt special to be surrounded by such an incredible group of people.