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 →

How did people experience paintings in the old days? Continue reading →

I drew like a maniac for a year, but on day I just stopped.

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Nan was born just before the First World War. Continue reading →

When finger painting was all the rage. Continue reading →

Just a quick sketch. Continue reading →

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all. Continue reading →