The Foxglove

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This is a study of a foxglove that I grew and painted in my back yard. It’s a pretty small yard, just big enough to drink a Guinness in on a summer’s evening. Like it’s owner it’s pretty wild and … Continue reading

Yacht on the Lough

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I was in Northern Ireland in September 2010 and found myself unexpectedly in a heatwave. We decided to go for a walk to make the most of the uncharactaristic, searing sunshine. The shade of the trees was delicious in the … Continue reading

The Windowsill

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Just an excuse to use the red in the palette in as pure a form as possible and imagining a place I’d be happy to be sat. I can almost smell the coffee and croissants.

Horsetails and Contrails

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Above the clouds the sun is always shining. Horsetails of high flying Cirrus promise good weather when you see them. The absence of rain clouds lets you see the contrails of jets carving up the sky, just like they do … Continue reading

Lotte

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I haven’t posted any sketches for a while and this is a favourite, mostly because of the subject matter. Like ‘Telephone Suite’, this little drawing was another piece developed from an afternoon of playing in frocks and photography with my … Continue reading

The Trapeze Artist

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There is an empathy in painting that is not dissimilar to being an actor engaging with a character or role. One becomes absorbed in the subject matter and develops a relationship with it. If one is lucky, there’s a kind … Continue reading

The Reed Beds at Annaghmakerrig

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I followed the Piper to where the reeds were, I listened to his songs and wrote my own. But William Blake tells it better. The Reeds of Innocence. Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a … Continue reading

The Curtain Call

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Like Weeping Willows, this picture suggested itself entirely by chance, stumbling on a particular technique. I was using a palette knife to scrape down my palette and smearing it clean on the old Thompson Local. The pale pink, white and … Continue reading

Weeping Willows

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I love it when inspiration comes from an unexpected place. I had been walking around the lake in Battersea Park and there are one or two lovely willows there. So they were in my consciousness, but I wasn’t intending to … Continue reading

But-a-fly Quartet

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昔者莊周夢為蝴蝶,栩栩然蝴蝶也,自喻適志與,不知周也。俄然覺,則蘧蘧然周也。不知周之夢為蝴蝶與,蝴蝶之夢為周與?周與蝴蝶則必有分矣。此之謂物化。 Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn’t know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. … Continue reading