Moving art

In cafes, in the streets. In all fairness. As a city dweller, I recognized the ideas of Unanimism conveyed in Virginia Woolf’s Mrs Dalloway. Woolf wrote of the ‘Life of Anybody’, the stream of consciousness not confined to one, but synonymous. The interconnection of characters and consciousness evinces sacred avowals of oneness. Such ideas ran […]



I am making new drawings. The man I drew looked like Judge Doom, once a Toon, now out to kill all Toons. (Rather like Hitler, if it’s true he was Jewish). I tried to remember the story, and it mixed with other tales; maybe Judge Doom, like any wicked witch or wizard, had cursed all […]


Here’s the rub

The rate and magnitude of nature’s destruction must shift purposes and bearing. I am struggling to find value in objects, when thousands are starving because of drought, or murdered for defending their land, and our beautiful natural world is being ransacked and destroyed at an ever accelerated pace. And yet it seems art is intrinsic […]


Free to imagine

I wanted to get back into drawing real people. I could exchange snatches of newspapers and conversations for whistle stop sightings. So I drew in stations and at hospital waiting rooms. When I drew the groups of people who stood, and waited, and moved on, at London Bridge Station, out of the scribbles came a […]