I add to it every year and wonder each year if it’s reached its conclusion.My twin US grandsons live in California and they visit us once a year generally around their birthday in the Summer. Some years ago I made them a cardboard city. Loads of old boxes collected through the year and saved for new architectural delights. The architects are the boys themselves helped at times by thier two cousins, the boys from Yorkshire. We cut out bits of card and before they come I get busy with a scalpel and will cut out windows here and there. The … Continue reading Hotel for Mildly Balanced Lifestyle

This is the midway part of a painting of an oyster shed, from a photograph taken in South West France. I was going to do more on it, but my son visited and liked it as it is. I gave it to him. Am I missing something here? Less is more. I shall do it again. Continue reading Shed unfinished

Driving a large van delivering cakes and in the North West of England, getting up at 3.00 or 4,00 in the morning. This was the start of my career after art school. My intention to save enough money living at ‘home’ with the ‘rents’ to enable me to kick start a glamorous career in advertising in London. I hoped to find a ‘flat’ with my college mates in the West End somewhere and live the life of Riley. In an effort to help me, and my parents never did anything not to help me, my mother said she’s pay for … Continue reading Suited and Booted

As long as it’s not on one of those ridiculous barbecue things. Best used for drawing and great for messy hands. This is the River Coln meandering through the area where the Romans lived near Cirencester. They might possibly have been able to see a similar view to mine way back then, which is so lovely to contemplate. They may even have had one of their number do a little drawing with the remains of some fire, their own stick of charcoal. What they would not have had was the means to add a bit of colour to the drawing … Continue reading Just love a bit of charcoal