Moving through Walls
My recent series explores the existential question of who we are. Awake we inhabit a world informed by the senses, the Earth and the...
A Peculiar Rhyme
"Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle; the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, and the dish ran away...
Divine Y
Having moved into the Mixed Media camp, it's hard not to attach tangible objects to my paintings. With the exception of some leaves...
Tempus Fugit
Time flies and soon the living sheds its skin; the heavens beckon the star people home. Another stage piece of the moth man dancing....
Painting Diary
So begins a chronicle of my new work. I discuss the creative process as experienced from my point of view. This could entail a brief...