Salve Regina
SALVE REGINA The annunciation Hail holy queen, mother of mercy. Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope! To you do we cry, poor banished children of Eve I let his wandering hands wander a bit. It … Read More
SALVE REGINA The annunciation Hail holy queen, mother of mercy. Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope! To you do we cry, poor banished children of Eve I let his wandering hands wander a bit. It … Read More
Writer’s block He starts at five o clock, a soaking wet rosy fingered dawn has touched the sky and he is reading old letters to dead friends, memories to expand and fill his book of lists called BLOCKS. … Read More
I am my own endless archive. My photographs and work from the 70s inspires me. Looking through my art school portfolios has revealed that, like I suspected, it’s just one big circle. There’s an awful lot of faces, half faces, … Read More
In the last few months I have been listening. Listening to the beautiful rhythm of the spoken word as it rises and falls with every breath and heartbeat. Poets. Poets, the very word. Poets, who have in the space of … Read More
And as well, there is the poetry that we shared, as well as the bristly paintbrush and the occasional art book, signed with love and metaphorically flung at my head. He read my poetry and I read his; he was … Read More
“What I am aiming at in our showroom is the underlying principle of that illustration: that if you show people how contemporary design WORKS and how it all works TOGETHER then not only do you sell more pottery but you sell for others, … Read More
When I started discussing art again, after a long pause of about 16 years, someone referred to the conversations as ‘talking art bollocks’. A great phrase. I gave an art bollocks talk this week which compounded my feelings of how … Read More
Started a self portrait for a submission in April. It’s a strange one, I feel like I’m looking in a non reflective mirror doing my hair and applying the makeup as usual. First days work below: acrylic on canvas … Read More
Visiting Artists: The Guest Room In my adolescence, I visited the artist in a London flat. There was a room designated for the studio; I could not smell turps or white spirit; I could not see a Francis Bacon tsunami … Read More
Visiting Artists Visiting Artists One day in about 1966 two artists visited the art supply shop below the Overgang at the harbourside in Brixham. The younger artist knew the king of art mediums is oil. With linseed oil, turps, … Read More
Iris Tree, Dora Carrington, Gwen … Read More