As Christmas comes closer, every year I resent having to explain that shopping frenzy and keeping up appearances do not interest me in...

Nothing is better than spontaneous drawing to allow new stories coming to life. On my way to painting, I open my sketchbook and give it a...

I always think of you when I see a lone seagull – is this one Jonathan Livingston? I wonder – and the day you gave me that little book....

Paintings come as a feeling first. This one, before I understand it, responds to no words, or colours. Only when drawing I discover the...

Are you still painting? It is a question I fear, and every time it is proffered, I answer it with a fake confidence I am never proud of....