Vanishing futures I moved studio to my back bedroom in March, and since then I have painted 3 works, sold four, and massively improved my sourdough skills to the point of adequacy. It's been an interesting time, our daily walks in the evening taking us through the urban woodland of unbuildable land and allotments … Continue reading Vanishing Futures
Today, let us remember with humility that we are celebrating the defeat not of a nation, but of the ascendancy of an idea. Let us be shamed that we had to fight this war, that we allowed the rise of an ideology based on hatred, based on the idea that not all humans are … Continue reading On this day…..
Hi all, and greetings from my tiny back bedroom studio, where even a 50 x 50cm painting feels large, and I don't have my full range of paints, materials or tools. Still, these are first world problems, and I am ever mindful of the fact that I have the luxury to social distance, and a … Continue reading From a smaller studio
Last year I stumbled across the old Guest & Chrimes steelworks in Rotherham, part demolished in a wasteland behind the football ground. The site has inspired a number of paintings, and the first of these is Reflections on a memory. The painting is intended as a comment on the sense of loss and isolation that … Continue reading Reflections on a memory
As I mentioned in my last blog, I am working on a major new project, and I'm glad to now be able to announce it. The project has the working title (and hashtag) KurbArt, and brings street art and gallery art together by presenting public art pieces in a gallery style, separately hung to a … Continue reading KurbArt
I viewed the news that the Republicans were threatening to withdraw from the Paris Accord and dismantle or scrap the Environmental Protection Agency with some alarm, and more than a hint of concern about what this might mean. Of course, I understand these are moted actions, and yet to become real, and I understand that … Continue reading The Wasteland of Your Desires
The decision to create a particular painting is a complex process. What am I trying to say; what is the best composition to get the point across without either labouring it, or drifting so far into the realms of the obscure that meaning becomes lost; how big should it be; is paint even the right … Continue reading Returning to rust