It’s as hot as a Gaucho’s armpit at the moment. Which is rare in Scotland, so when it happens I want to immerse myself in it. Hence my silence. I’ve been out playing in the elements with the old camera my brother gave me at the start of April. A Nikon D70s, it’s not the […]
Apologies, I can think of nothing to say today; so that’s what I’ll do.
David Hockney was the first artist I paid any real attention to. During the summer I turned 21 I got on a bus to Paris with a couple of friends for a little explore. It took 26 hours, and being small I was the only one who managed to sleep, so when we arrived I […]
Whilst replying to a comment on last Friday’s post I realised I had made my practice sound difficult, or, at least, rather tiresome. Which it isn’t at all. Yes, I’m broke financially, but in every other respect I’m as rich as it gets. I do things I love every single day, even the difficult things […]