Sometimes, it’s simply quicker to start all over again. I’ve been attempting to complete my latest portrait since April 2022, but having spent part, or indeed most, of the last...Continue Reading
I’m not sure who was more nervous, Patrick Hutchinson or me, when we finally get to meet. It was the “Oh my goodness” “Oh my days” that Patrick uttered when...Continue Reading
I know, I know, my fortnightly blog is a week late. As restrictions ease my social diary becomes busier. A long awaited reunion with my father and step-mum was first...Continue Reading
Whilst the government, in particular Mr Shapps, dithers over the quarantine rule I turn my attention to Sally. It didn’t take too much time in the end and finally last...Continue Reading
The numbers are down, the economy is in free-fall and Sally’s portrait refuses to be moved on; I mean there’s nothing new to be learnt. I’ve painted hands, faces, dogs...Continue Reading
Settling down to the evening news during the summer of 2020, I watched, in awe, as this strapping young black man hauled a vulnerable and desperate white man from a...Continue Reading
