In the 1950’s, when I was young and not visually sophisticated, the majority of British art had a very particular, not to say insular, character. I’m…
I don’t usually have a psychological plan or reason for a painting, I just come across an image by working through ideas I’ve got…
What to do when you’re a bit gloomy? A run of bad luck, people not calling back, can’t settle to anything – it seems a bit…
Apart from a ragbag of my own paintings that have remained unsold (my wife calls them “Lurkers”), like most artists I have, over the years, acquired…
Serious paintings aren’t supposed to be funny. Sounds pretty obvious but the implication is that funny paintings aren’t supposed to be serious and that paintings involving…
Forced to spend part of a glorious summer day on the beach at Tenby I resorted to my usual pleasure of people watching and drawing. There…
There has recently been a portrait of the Queen commissioned by the Welsh Rugby Union painted by a man called Dan Llewellyn Hall. It’s so awful…
There is a tradition, born of commercial imperatives, for a one-man exhibition to begin with an exclusive event in which buyers, favoured friends, important people (who…
Faces sell pictures. Obvious really considering there is a whole industry, advertising, partially dependant on that principle. Stick a pretty face in front of almost anything…
I hate holidays. I’d much rather be working. Hanging around in the sun, driving to different beaches to sop up the same sun and having one’s…