Yesterday I endured the acquaintance of an extremely heavy, cumbersome and joyless piece of apparatus commonly known as a ‘camera.’ As...

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...

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...

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...

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...