Stealing from ghosts
I stole a little black cape with sequins on the shoulders that I remember wearing when I went with my mum to the fishmongers on the fish quay, no occasion too small to dress up.
A black satin blouse that was a bit tight but all the better for it.
The sin eaters
Doorways were a feature of this space. Caught in a corridor, I stood before the one for the studio and glanced at another; the guest room. Who are the guests of the artist when he is away from home; living in this flat away for the anchor and the source? Away from the summer lawns, replacing them with something, someone, people that held him hostage for weeks
My imaginary friends
This imaginary one was bullish and argumentative. I admired it immensely.
Nick’s Gift reviewed by Paul Green and Robert Garnham
A seventies adolescence in all its pains, pleasures and revelations. But there’s also razor -sharp contemporary satire and humour in various shades of black.
"Immaculate conceptualism and a Ruskin ***k"
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, more furniture, more paintings, more good wallpaper, more good glass.
Heard the one about the gynaecologist and the artist?
Once I was a young artist raised in the sixties and living the seventies. To the art school came the man raised in the twenties and living the Reformation
Milton Head Pottery, Geoparks and the Guzzledown Connection
‘the peace and serenity of this little town’. This, he said, was essential for him to later become a success as a writer.
Suffer little children for art
As a child I was approached at a Puffin Book Club event with friends, and we were groomed long distance, by the children’s author William Mayne…
Still being ridiculous in the 21st century
Surrealism allowed women to uniquely express their experiences; a woman could have been tried by a male judge and burnt as a witch for such practices in the eighteenth century.
Can a male critic get the perspective of a female Surrealist?
You don’t like my painting
Art is a language and we are all capable of embracing and learning each other’s language while still knowing what we like.
A Pome for Rebecca
The occasional art book, signed with love and metaphorically flung at my head.