Their sacrifice, our shame

It’s Remembrance Sunday in the UK, so I painted some poppies. I’m fully aware of all the political hullabaloo about the poppy, these paintings are just a tiny gesture to try to define the symbol as I see it. The

Their sacrifice, our shame

It’s Remembrance Sunday in the UK, so I painted some poppies. I’m fully aware of all the political hullabaloo about the poppy, these paintings are just a tiny gesture to try to define the symbol as I see it. The

A Pretty Pass

How did we get to this state of affairs in the UK? A voluntary withdrawal from international affairs conveyed within an illusory delusion called Brexit. I’m in a constant perplexing state of apoplexy, combined with deep embarrassment, of the UK

A Pretty Pass

How did we get to this state of affairs in the UK? A voluntary withdrawal from international affairs conveyed within an illusory delusion called Brexit. I’m in a constant perplexing state of apoplexy, combined with deep embarrassment, of the UK

We need a Blake of the modern times

Need a modern Blake.. Recently I have tried to limit myself to just one “Brexit rant” a day because my ever tolerant and patient partner has suffered enough of my mental disassembly, not that she would ever say as much.

We need a Blake of the modern times

Need a modern Blake.. Recently I have tried to limit myself to just one “Brexit rant” a day because my ever tolerant and patient partner has suffered enough of my mental disassembly, not that she would ever say as much.

Mr Dawkins. Respect.

The most inspirational thinker of his generation, the man who taught me that a social science was also a natural science (& v.v.). In honour, from The Edge.org Thank you Mr (Sir) Dawkins, you are the exemplar scientist of our

Mr Dawkins. Respect.

The most inspirational thinker of his generation, the man who taught me that a social science was also a natural science (& v.v.). In honour, from The Edge.org Thank you Mr (Sir) Dawkins, you are the exemplar scientist of our

Peeling Pomelos

Peeling Pomelos in Thailand. There’s a lady who sells peeled Pomelo at 6am every morning outside my apartment in Bangkok, she always greets me with a warm “Sawat dee krawp”  and a beautiful smile regardless of whether I’m buying. She

Peeling Pomelos

Peeling Pomelos in Thailand. There’s a lady who sells peeled Pomelo at 6am every morning outside my apartment in Bangkok, she always greets me with a warm “Sawat dee krawp”  and a beautiful smile regardless of whether I’m buying. She

Old Man at a Cricket Match

I painted some poppies for Remembrance Sunday. I also wrote a poem about what the poppy means to me. After this process I read The Guardian newspaper’s Anthology for Remembrance, and was so moved by Hilary Mantel’s selection, Norman Nicholson’s

Old Man at a Cricket Match

I painted some poppies for Remembrance Sunday. I also wrote a poem about what the poppy means to me. After this process I read The Guardian newspaper’s Anthology for Remembrance, and was so moved by Hilary Mantel’s selection, Norman Nicholson’s

Journey to the End of the Night by Louis Ferdinand-Celine

During the Christmas break I rediscovered Bukowski, not that he was lost, he just hadn’t been read by me since I read Factotum 23 years ago. On Christmas Eve I was wandering around the second hand bookshops on Bangkok’s Khao

Journey to the End of the Night by Louis Ferdinand-Celine

During the Christmas break I rediscovered Bukowski, not that he was lost, he just hadn’t been read by me since I read Factotum 23 years ago. On Christmas Eve I was wandering around the second hand bookshops on Bangkok’s Khao