Confusion of Logs

The wind brought them down.

The Park Rangers cut them up.

I drew them.

Then I painted them.

“Logs”, acrylics on paper, 42x59cm.



F-F-Frozen Forest Footpath

[I do like a bit of alliteration]

Winter still has it’s grip but bright sunshine encourages us to get out of the house and go for a woodland walk.


“F-F-Frozen Forest Footpath”, Acrylics on paper, 42x59cm.


Not able to paint today so I’ve been scratching around (as is my want) looking through a very large pile of acrylics paintings made over the past two years. Not all of them are good by a long chalk but this one leapt out and put a smile on my face:

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“Bikeman”, Acrylics on paper, 59x42cm.

This , of course, is my grandson Harrison in an all-in-one waterproof jumpsuit and flying helmet sitting on a little bike that served his father well at about the same age.


Every so often I get the itch to change things.

First up was my new email address:

Soon I will be publishing a new website.

And as part of this process today I have changed my Gravatar image:

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“Man in a Bunnet (SP)”, acrylics on paper, 59x42cm.

This was a breakthrough painting when I set about changing the way I painted to be much free-er. I don’t always live up to this ideal, but I try my best.

Contemplating The Race

On my wanderings up and down the Glen I always stop at a place I call The Race which is my description of how the river races down over flat slabs of rock and plunges into a deep pool, smoothes out, gurgles around, and then makes off in a sedate manner on it’s onward journey. I always stop there and lean over the barrier to contemplate the Meaning of Life [42, since you ask].

“The Race”, Acrylics on paper, 42x59cm.