I had an Artistic Idea, but…

I had an Artistic Idea, but…

Eureka!  I have an idea (as is my want these days, self billed as I am, the artist).  A strong creative idea replete in originality and interest.  An idea inspired by the timely intervention from arguably my most loyal (though captive) companion. For the best part of twenty years domestic triumphs and household tragedies have been wistfully monitored by aRead more about I had an Artistic Idea, but…[…]

With what we know…  no finer place to start

With what we know… no finer place to start

The Aber Vaults. 2016 acrylic on canvas  Putting paintings ‘out there’ does not come naturally to the insecurely precious (the year of Irie’s bland dining-room walls bears some witness to this reticence).  I create for my World I protest, accept output as the clumsy personal corner of my artistic endeavours and once positioned thus, can feel justifiably irked by constructive comment or other than flattering critique.  Well,Read more about With what we know… no finer place to start[…]

The Point to Art – Part 2

The Point to Art – Part 2

Reality check – no Reality! It’s  been a couple of years since I picked up the paint-brushes.  An early rise, sensational sunrise and pedestrian conclusion to the Grand Prix provided just the opportunity to reacquaint myself with a primary passion. The project will be Irie’s Bar and Restaurant imagined as unfettered by licensing laws, shifts and economics, maybe trafficRead more about The Point to Art – Part 2[…]

The Point to Art – Part 1

The Point to Art – Part 1

The Arts whisper, ‘ You are not alone…’ I see you sat Where I was sat When I wrote this rhyme I was there Where you are now But at another time Through a lens of hopelessness I appreciate the anguish necessary to assemble this artwork – I see chaos in creation more clearly than the clutter of elements.  I feel that I am noRead more about The Point to Art – Part 1[…]

Failing the Tebbit Test

Failing the Tebbit Test

‘Not supporting England?’ enquires a cheeky Facebook post. Not a chance. The Tebbit Test is a construct of Conservative grandee Norman Tebbit by which those citizens of immigrant stock who do not cheer wholeheartedly for the England cricket team are obviously disloyal and evidently not sufficiently integrated into British culture.  Though born and raised in England,Read more about Failing the Tebbit Test[…]

The Reality Blind-Spot

The Reality Blind-Spot

As each tax year draws to a close, those authors lucky enough to have books in print receive a royalty statement from their publisher and mine arrived yesterday. The inevitability of this procedure may sound glamorous and to receive such enticing mail is certainly the ambition of those who aspire to write professionally.  Unfortunately the read provides a cold and cruel reality slap, a disappointing reminderRead more about The Reality Blind-Spot[…]

The Next Purposeful Step

The Next Purposeful Step

It’s been many a moon since visiting our beach just to reflect upon the sea. I used to come here each week to contemplate the near for a while, the far for a bit, the near again, then again afar.  I find the experience cathartic and valuable. Much like gazing into starry skies, humbly observing this infinity serves to belittle existence. Beneath theseRead more about The Next Purposeful Step[…]