Swallows and summer

The old saying, that “one swallow does not make a summer” is perhaps to be borne in mind at the moment, but nevertheless, I am suddenly optimistic. I have actually managed to do a piece of work today. My wife kindly agreed to sit for me (although she did go to sleep during the session!) … Read more

Perhaps I ought to try shame

For an embarrassingly long time now I have been unable to get to work on a new painting. The reasons for this are obscure, and I toggle between several of them. I have not spotted anything to paint. (Partly true, but insufficient.) I’m afraid to fail. (Well, that would be true if I could focus … Read more

Crossing the desert

The first half of this year was a difficult time for me, particularly because it seemed to be impossible to get on with any useful or satisfying art project. I’ve emerged from that recently, and have been pleased by the work I have managed to do recently. This afternoon I photographed my latest piece, for … Read more

Looking on helpless

One of the most difficult things about any relationship of friendship is to find oneself in a situation where you are aware of the problems a friend is facing, but unable to actually effect an escape from that situation. I don’t know whether this is a situation which afflicts artists in particular, but it is … Read more

Unblocking the block?

For several years now I’ve been trying to learn the Italian language, and recently (as it has been difficult to locate a convenient public class) I’ve been working with an individual teacher, on line. These are very rewarding occasions in many respects, but can turn out to be startlingly different from working with a whole … Read more

Finding a way back

Regular readers of this blog will be aware that it is about a week since I posted anything. There is a reason for this. Have been diverted into all kinds of distractions from art, and completely unable to focus on anything of an artistic nature. I know that this occasionally happens, but that does not … Read more

Like a tree across the line

Sometimes events in life feel as if they are lying in the way of any progress in my art as if they are a tree fallen across a railway line. Nothing can get past them until they have been cleared. I have to confess (somewhat to my surprise) that the past couple of weeks have … Read more