That London

Just back from London where I did in the end visit Tate Modern. I haven’t been there for a couple of years mainly because I don’t much like the place: the vast turbine hall is simply that – a huge volume stripped of its industrial past. I’ve heard it described as being like a cathedral but it is not. Entering the old Rothko room at what is now Tate Britain did have something of the sense of a cathedral like space – heavy silence, a dominating presence, but this place just feels empty, the art – alive and communicative - hived off into boxes on its periphery. The most apparent space other than the turbine hall itself being the shop and this, it seems, is the only place most people stand still long enough to allow a thought to form.

Turbine Hall, Tate Modern.Where I did find life and inspiration however is at the wonderful Borough Market - one of London's many hidden gems.

Dog Picture

A New Book - First Thoughts

I've started putting some thoughts (and drawings) together for another book for children. This one could be my first attempt to address autism within what I hope will be an exciting adventure.

Shrove Tuesday Scarborough (Detail)

Much of my work is heavily autobiographical - a sort of visual diary. The piece above is a detail from a work that records a trip B and I made to Scarborough a couple of years ago. It was a warm Shrove Tuesday and on that day the people of the town hold an annual skipping festival. The whole of the sea front was full of people, young and old, skipping. There were hundreds of them! I haven't been able to get to the bottom of the reasons for the festival though someone told me it had something to do with rope-making. Anyway, I recommend you go and have a look one year; it is an unforgettable sight.