This is more of a freak post than a new one – it is a direct result of my previous post and acts as an appendage to it. It is merely to...

Over the last month I have been feverishly painting as many pictures of fruit as I can; applying paint directly to loaves of bread;...

Consumed by the practice of painting, thoughts, seemingly unrelated, can not only emerge, but crystallise. So it came as no surprise a...

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...

Stains made from mugs are an accidental triumph of human intervention. No, they really are. Countless are the times where I have peered...

Thoughts towards physical connections I am beginning to develop an affinity with the humble tomato sauce bottle. It is an affinity which...