It is good to make something unique, particularly if it can be of use every day. The artist needs to be brave enough to make a personal statement, and one like my bench is a way of sharing my aesthetic preferences and decisions in a direct way. Hope you like it. G
As a late night person, if you are one too, you may relate to the sentiments expressed in this poem. SNORING Life is so precious and each moment counts, each second could be the best, it’s just a pity we sleep at all but they tell me the brain needs rest, they say that the…
To publish this last picture ‘together with text’, took about two hours! I am obviously not entirely adept at blogging yet! So I will give you a separate blog of my thoughts on the piece ( Urban Junkies ). The image is a collage made up from magazine pictures and other publications in 2012, part…
I visited Singapore in 2008 and the gulf between the have and have-nots was very evident. It struck me that this was a country hanging on to its Imperial heritage and that a shift of power was needed to give the populace a voice. This poem talks about the conundrum that Singapore faces. SINGAPORE Nothing’s…
I visited the RA Summer Show in London today. My first impressions were that painting is definitely back. The RA show went through a period when painting didn’t get much of a look in and conceptual work was rife, with form over substance playing a rather negative part. Some rooms were hung well this year…
When we meet at the crossroads where our fates collide It’s an accident waiting to happen, When the truth hits home and the time is right will we stand up to be counted or get sat on? When the sound of silence takes a working lunch will we play the field and be as pleased…
You need days when you feel you’re going nowhere to make the days when you feel you’re going somewhere feel great.
Nowadays everything we do is on some file somewhere, our identity is increasingly compromised and our privacy constantly eroded. Big Brother is out to get us! This poem, written in May 2006 is a warning to us all. THE FILING POLICE The filing police are nasty the filing police are bad the filing police will…
I am a painter of pictures. Every Art form has an element of self indulgence, it can provide the artist with a means of escape from the pain of life, but paradoxically it can reveal and increase our ability to be humane and liberate the collective soul. This poem written in 2006 is about that. WHEN…
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