Sunday, 3 May 2009

Moving on

Hello, hello. Been a while...

Things have been changing and so, in ever perpetetic fashion I have now moved to... which will be accessible via my shiny new website, coming online at the end of this very week.

I wont be making any more posts here so for anyone stumbeling upon this page, check out instead!



Sunday, 14 December 2008

Friday, 12 December 2008

Honest criticism is hard to take, particularly from a relative, a friend, an acquaintance, or a stranger.

To the left you see an easel, below a sketch of Chom, the officer's mess at Cranwell where I recently partied late into the night (bearing in mind of course my perpetual sobriety). As is often the case I have been to busy to write about what have been doing and so all the exciting events of the past week or so will remain an exciting mystery, after a fortnight of public arguments up and down the North Laine, hasty journeys by night across the coast, nights spent in wild self doubt and days basking in the cold light of financial reality I have emerged looking forward to a change of circumstance. Keep your eyes peeled for photos of the new studio and importantly a collaborative project with the Megan Cooke, previously presented in previous paintings-in-progress. I shall be attempting to convince the manager of the Drella Gallery that my our work is worth a show...

Amongst numerous other activities I recently enjoyed visiting the Sparks evening of short stories at Three and Ten in Brighton, James Burt's live reading of his short story 'A Bad place to stick your hand' was particularly enjoyable. I am sadly missing the Saatchi Gallery viewing of the new show of contemporary Chineese art due to every penny in my bank account being ear marked for the deposit on my new studio which I will also be neither able to heat effectively nor furnish until the new year. So its rice with onion and carrot for the next couple of weeks... I have no one but myself to blame seeing as I spent last weeks food money on a pot of Gesso primer. Enough of my chatter.

Sunday, 30 November 2008

Almost as good as a rest.

The 100 artists for aids day event that I exhibtibited 'Impressions' (Megan's beautiful feet) at today proved rather a rewarding few hours.

Check out: the myspace doesn't do her justice, pick an event that shes playing at, go along, support her with much cheering and whooping. It'll be well worth the trek. really rather beautiful and funny wee things.

On returning I got on with sanding down plastered MDF (an experiment, stay posted; though if it fails this will be the last you hear of this mysterious activity...) and working on the bedham pieces, pics wont upload, keep your eyes peeled... So much has gone on over the last few days that I shan't even start to relay it. That be all.

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Night on night, from floor to floor

The last week has passed with unnecessary speed, and as such I'm glad that in these last failing hours I have managed to take a massive step forward in the work I'm currently faffing about with. My Bedham pieces are progressing slowly in a physical sense but the lessons I'm learning from approaching the brick work, plays of light and smooth skin tones of the model are many...

To distract myself from getting overly fussy with the painting I'm listening to an audio book of Dawkins' The God Delusion; I don't have much time to read at the mo and so having things read to me is preferable to repeating my own over played music collection to myself. I'm also musing on the way in which squirrels run after seeing a neat row of footprints in the snow this morning (I was at the RAF base in Cranwell; I think Brighton endured cold rain in place of the light snowflakes I enjoyed this morning).

Friday, 21 November 2008


A message of personal castigation...I made the decision to spend most of this weeks food budget on fifteen quids worth of beautiful paper, then I left it at Brighton station. This is a public appeal for the return of said paper...I hope it's being used well where ever it is.

C'est la vie eh?

Miss Rosy Carrick (, from last weekend

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Today I cannot even speak

Thought I saw someone I know well in the street today and it struck me a mighty ole mental blow hence the title. Im particularly ineloquent today. Paint is going on well. Messing about with different priming. Landscapes may be in the pipeline.
link: if you havent listened already.