Cleaved as I am in lust
so close I cannot see, cannot hear
Mouth to mouth, mated
I live in your chin.
Anger and love war in your eyes.
As tears spill,
I drink them
bitter
Bitter in my belly
I lose form and passion,
blind no more.
In process
This one I painted in 2014. It’s called “it wasn’t me “. It’s got a cheeky energy and something of the comic or graphic novel. I am a great fan of Alan Martin and Jamie Hewlett‘s work and many of … Read More
Here’s a little painting I did in the mid 90’s just after leaving art college.At the time I was working from the images I could see on the beach stones that I picked up on my daily walk along the … Read More
Gypsy dreams
The first painting I remember feeling really proud of was a scene depicting a barrel top wagon in a field of poppies. I remember the joy of discovering how to depict the poppy flowers by turning my paintbrush around and … Read More
The sensuous Ocean
Some musings on what it must feel like to be the earth massaged by the ocean. While I was having a gorgeous massage the other day. It felt like I was the shore and my masseurs hands were like waves … Read More
I got the funding!
Just found out that my application for a research and development Grant from the Arts Council was successful.Stunned, tears of delight and overwhelm.. I didn’t realise just how much I’ve been metaphorically holding my breath awaiting the result since I … Read More
The earth reveals
Hideous empty egg your contents foul poisoned by the shade of a formless phantom. baring marks of cruelty black seeds of fetid thought where elemental beauty died.
