25 October 2018


This one I rediscovered last week among some other unfinished paintings, got re-excited, re-worked it and now it's finished. I started it around the 1990s or early 2000. I've always always loved vertical or horizontal bands of colour. If something keeps on coming back to you, like an ear-worm, surely it means that you should pay attention and follow wherever it leads.

Buried Temple

Buried Temple. Finished 2018. Acrylic on paper 37 x 37 cms

18 October 2018


First version, Entrance to the temple

  Entrance to the temple, first version. Acrylic on paper. 52 x 67 cms

The first version of the construction Entrance to the Temple was the above painting. Working in a non-objective manner is a process I've always found fascinating even if I never took the radical decision to give up representation altogether. I might still do that, time permitting. What is representation anyway? All in the eye of. The interesting thing is that my mind goes into a completely different place when working in a non-figurative manner. Maybe a left brain/right brain shift? There is definitely a change in perception. Other artists have different experiences but for me, working abstractly is like digging or deep-sea diving to uncover some pre-existing thing.

Even though I had definite subject matter in mind when starting on the painting below, arriving at a satisfactory composition is a largely unconscious process. I had a studio in Belsham Street, Hackney, at the time and for some reason I can't remember, I cut off the left-hand section of this canvas. It was a stupid decision. Here's the painting as it is now.

Music of Love

Music of Love. 1994. Oil on canvas 50 x 60 cms

Belsham Street studio, 1994, with unfinished self-portrait and "Music of Love" before I cut off part of the left-hand side of the canvas.

Belsham stree studio

8 October 2018


From a modern mind-set it's impossible to imagine with any degree of accuracy what it was really like to live at that time in that society. But what remains of its culture speaks to me in the language of architecture, art, artefacts, symbols, texts, colour, line, shape, intention. It's familiar. Like familyand family albums.

My Egypt Room

My Egypt Room. January 2000. 33x25.5x8.5 cms. Mixed media.

Egypt box closed

My Egypt Room. With glass lid closed.

This 3-D construction grew out of my love for angles within angles, as in the passageways of pyramids and temples.

Entrance to the temple, construction

Entrance to the Temple.1998 Mixed media construction. Acrylic, wood, cardboard, paper. 54 x 66 cms

Entrance to the temple -side view

Entrance to the Temple - side view.

3 October 2018


Nothing I can say hasn't already been said about the tragic, outrageous, infuriating events currently in the news and venting my own emotions about them on this page serves no purpose whatever. So....lalalalala...

I'm just going to post some more images of my own artworks, starting wih a few inspired by my fascination-connection with ancient Egypt (as mentioned on my birthday 7th August). The process for these was as follows: first I made a clay and paper mould then took a plaster cast from it. Using paper pulp I made the cast (Scribe No.2) and another cast on thin cloth (Scribe No.1), adding colour.

Scribe No.1

Scribe No.1 - 1996. Plaster & mixed media. 18 x13 cms

Scribe No.2

Scribe No.2 -1996 Cast paper. 20 x 14 cms