I’m planning to draw one of Renoir’s dances every decade. Continue reading →

Farewell to a muse. Continue reading →

The Captain of Piratefest. Continue reading →

I’ve always thought of automats as lonely, melancholy places. Continue reading →

Did people in the old days experience new paintings the way we experience new technology? Continue reading →

For about a year, I drew like a maniac and then one day I just stopped.

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Nan was less than two years away from her century. She was born before the First World War. Continue reading →

When finger painting was all the rage. Continue reading →

I’m behind on posting sketches. Here’s one I did of Dido on the plane ride home from Portland a couple of weeks ago. (click image for a bigger version)

I have become a total junkie for iPad art. Flickr is my pusher. Here are some of my favourite drugs. Hotel Midnight is a crazed daughter of the Surrealist project. Her dreams give me nightmares. Midnight works in themes; each … Continue reading →