These Eagles came and I was reminded of a book, read many years ago, by William Horwood called 'The Stonor Eagles', where an origins tale of Eagles runs parallel to the story of a child through to manhood and his relationships to himself and his family. I had no idea at first that this would be a collection of works, yet here they came. A rising out of a sea of chaos. Then looking for another or perhaps ones inner self to rise up and be seen. Me, painting and unveiling l

When I set to painting again in 2020 I gave no thought to what it may lead to. It was just something I had to do, as undeniable as...

When you think that life is tough, When you feel you've had enough, Grab a brew and take a seat, Take the weight off achy feet, Gaze at...