A Work in Progress

Perhaps we are all metaphors of ourselves. Perhaps we start life like sketches, which slowly get filled with with daubs and washes of colour – huge blobs of primary colours, two-dimensional and flat. And then as we progress life anoints us with some shadow and nuance, so we don’t rust so much as weather; we […]

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Work in Progress

Perhaps we are all metaphors of ourselves. Perhaps we start life like sketches, which slowly get filled with with daubs and washes of colour – huge blobs of primary colours, two-dimensional and flat. And then as we progress life anoints us with some shadow and nuance, so we don’t rust so much as weather; we […]

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Learning the Light

There’s something about this old sketch I did -what, 6, 7 years ago? – that moves me immensely. I think it’s the light, falling in uncertainly on these unlikely rocks, or the brave reflections merging into the blueness. But also an indescribable sense of reassurance and peace. I remember distantly finishing this little thumbnail sketchpaint […]

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The Godzillas of my Childhood

The Godzilla of my childhood was a strange animal. On one hand, someone had given me a muscular, dark green creature along with the three-headed, silver King Ghidorah. They featured in noisy, afternoon battles on the cold floor of my childhood flat, while I was supposed to be sleeping (complete with lots of saliva-making sound […]

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Ouroboros

​You sprinkle a cloud of water, and then you spray the sun through that airborne prism. Suddenly you get a technicolour serpent, arcing through the evening sky.  Then you blend it with the mood of your twilight, and you craft and weave it into a memory that will give your weary heart some strength. Who […]

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