in January, armed with a multitude of ideas and a copious supply of acrylic paint, I moved to Sheffield. Seven months later, and I can...

For the past two weeks I have attempted to begin and complete one painting a day, ad so far, I am ecstatic to report that such attempts...

There have been a few whisperings reaching me of late suggesting that it might be bloody lovely if I shared a few of my techniques with...

Last week I had a little nosey around London Village. It was a bit of a Birthday treat and it also gave me an opportunity to see some art...

Over the last week or so I have been concerned with the identity of painting. Specifically, I have been thinking about how the practice...

What exactly is a cup of tea? It’s a bloody good question, I’m sure you’ll agree, and one that perhaps art is able to explain: Or at...

Why paint making should be for everyone. Teaching. It’s a concept I have entertained since watching my year 7 art teacher painstakingly...

Leaving food alone for a bit to think about trees instead. Landscape. It’s a subject that – like still-life – can be given a bit of a...

I love to criticise and bitch. It fills part of my moral conscious probably technically reserved for, I don’t know, being able to...

I’ve made some lovely jars of paint. Now what? I have now been living in Sheffield for over two months and, frankly, I think I’m doing...

How can art made from food be made relevant? A simple Google search of art and food conjures up so many insipid images of landscapes...

Why your studio space should be both embraced and confronted. Upon my recent move to Sheffield, I have acquired new dwellings and, for...

An exercise in non-edible culinary practice. This – you’ll no doubt be pleased to know – is just a short little post that considers the...

The City of Chester is known for a lot of things:  Romans, shopping, being old and – surely most significantly of all – being where...