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The Possibility of Anything

Sweet Ride A Mine

I would love to be able to write all I needed in one blog, as some grand retrospective conclusion, but life isn’t quite that straight forward. In fact there is no simple truth that I can discern beyond the experiential arc of my own narrative. So I’ve chosen to accept lifes invitation to evolve towards a deeper understanding, silly not to really having been awoken by the slap of circumstance. My realisation that if this is “it”,  then life requires a robust self activation in order to live “it” big.

Fling a Ding

Existing as an artist within this flawed system agitates my soul so profoundly that sometimes I feel my only salvation lies in wakefulness. Though no system can cope with the dynamic possibilities of art, where adversity and chaos are often key to the creative process. It’s very much like a life of adventure, clashing with everything including self. My own confrontation with circumstance often leaves me a bit broken and I have to unlearn my past so that I can rebuild my state of being back to my discordant harmony. The place where I connect with my truth and operate intuitively to the irregularity of truth. I remember well and perhaps even fondly, the lowest point in my life, where I only had that glimmer of intuition to guide me out of oblivion.


An issue that has always plagued me is that when I know something is not quite right, my mind races like a computer, searching for explanations or solutions. These why? questions have often taunted me because I feel that accepting unresolved answers is lazy. Going through life patching up the gaps with irreverent platitudes like “it is what it is” just doesn’t cut it for me. When there is so much potential in our existential possibilities it seems a shame to waste and dilute it. I remember feeling tired of the shallowness society flung in my direction, from education to politics to institution, where the imposition of false purpose is king. It was the sheer volume of unanswered or poorly answered questions that infuriated me because it just left me hanging. And as they say “don’t leave me hanging bro” 🙂


Perhaps it’s only when you experience torment that you need to question every aspect of your life and society, looking for a solution to the troubles within. To use a cliche, if its not broke then why fix it, but admitting you’re broke even to yourself is pretty darn hard. After all society puts a lot of pressure on each and every one of us to conform and normalise our behaviour no matter how counter-intuitive that is to our souls. Which is why sometimes we have to find the courage to step out of the line in order to to become real and present. To turn life from just living to becoming truly alive and present.

Cool Ride

There have been hours, days, weeks and even years when I’ve been so agitated by life that I’ve been unable to supress my despair, or even understand it. In simple terms, it’s like that old cliche “is this it” is this really it?  Fortunately I’ve resolved some of my frustrations with the answer of “yes this is what it is, so make the most of it”.

Adhering to the notion that life is a work in progress, I readily accept the diversity of life. The feelings of good, bad, ugly, beautiful, happy and sad all working together to create a balance, allowing experience through contrast. Though it’s often the adversity of struggle, frustration and despair,  which creates the desperation to make something of your life, searching for meaning and purpose. So I fight against the desire for comfort and take the rough road so that my mind can remain open without ever being satisfied, fighting for the right to be arty. Living “it” large simply through the art of expression.


Currently my lifes direction feels good,  I’ve found a level of oneness and created the space I need to exist and grow. No longer a passenger on the train to nowhere, I’m ambling at my own pace and enjoying the experience of life in the mix. Whilst still experiencing the remnants of reactive rebellion, I’m fully aware that I need to once again embrace a direction in which I hope to celebrate the wonder of existing through my art. To convey what I’ve learned through my personal struggles about the wonders of life and the privilege of being in the madness and turmoil of existence.


It wasn’t too long ago that I felt imprisoned by society and by myself, unable to break free from the phsychological restraints holding me. But now having let go, I’ve found the freedom through opening my mind to the possibility of anything.  I even enjoy making my sculptures again because my attitude has become alligned to an approach that is about enjoying and respecting the process. I make art because I wan’t to, not only for the enrichment it brings to my existence but also as a valid contribution to culture. I see it as content making which feels relevant to my ideologies and ways of being, a commitment which compels me so completely that being an end user often escapes my grasp. So with content making feeling like my purpose I will follow that lead, down the long road to freedom.


Making art and writing my blog has helped me evolve and grow into possibilities beyond what I imagined. This conversation I have here with myself has allowed me to articulate and clarify my personal status. Allowing me to understand the transient nature of life, demonstrating how much I change and how mood and emotion influence my thought processes. This plastic nature of being is almost like a piece of clay being sculpted on a daily basis, perhaps even hourly, to the point of realisation that who and what we are is not fixed. That identity is possibly quite flexible in a life explored with an open mind.

of deconstruction

Sometimes I feel life is like a fluid jigsaw of contradictory elements, where our whole forms from the cerebral, emotional, intuitive, soulful and heartfelt aspects of being. Locked into this delicate balance we hold on tight to what we imagine to be true but belief and faith is just a choice that holds us.

Thanks for looking 🙂

The Art of Changing


In the beginning we’re cast onto this planet without a choice, all of a sudden we just exist in the challenging cauldron of society. People try to teach us what it’s all about, conditioning us with strategies on how to cope, survive and prosper.  Shaping and moulding us into becoming useful parts of  the social apparatus of states. Then if we wake up from our indoctrination we might just ask that question, Is this it? Was I born to be a prisoner of circumstance or born free to explore the existential wonders of being in existence.

LIFE IS ART rework

I must admit that sometimes in the tumult of life I feel imprisoned by my own state of being and it really frustrates me. I’m made aware of it through the limitations I experience when expressing myself and through my thought processes where expectations are so often failed by outcomes. It’s also apparent in my daily life where the dichotomy between my visceral state and my social reality collide. A state of being which has been triggered by my search for an authentic artistic direction within a system bound by convention.


Life experience has changed me and my understanding of life dramatically, however I’m still bound by an invisible social contract to conform and play the game. Meaning my life resonates between two sets of values. It’s a kind of duality /dichotomy which is an age old dilemma for many artists who have to eek a living from their skill sets, whilst trying to maintain a focus on a true and soulful purpose. It often confuses me because there’s no singular purpose or intent from the dynamic process of living where we’re subjected to overwhelming sensorial bombardments. By this I mean I’m unable to find single purposes for artistic expressions to satisfy desires or curiosity, all of which leaves me hanging. (In writing this blog I’m looking for direction and I think that my answer lies in a broader approach to art, an open mind and greater indifference to outcome.)


It is the discord in my being that provokes me into writing this blog, looking for answers and also the reprogramming of my mindset as I look to find the real me. It’s like I want to get myself connected so that I can move forward in a purposeful direction with some semblance of understanding. To know myself enough so that I can express myself with a bit of certainty, adding my comment to the great cauldron of ideas burning at the heart of society. Expressing myself without the need for external affirmation.


So as part of my unstructured writing I rebel against society and the social controls dished out by economic sanctions. I decry the controlling establishment’s manipulation through institution, and the collective judgmental criteria which we are expected to follow. And I look for an individual empowerment and the freedoms and space to express myself from the neutrality of being in existence. My hoped outcome is to know who I am and feel confident enough to express myself with valididty and relevance. To have something of value to share.


I feel there are no absolute truths about art, but there are compelling social reasons for art to exist within the framework of society. Art being a place to share the range  of experience and potential of human perception, both individually and collectively. Sometimes art is universal and sometimes it is somewhat esoteric, because once the creative force is unleashed it has the possibility to be anything. And so in this knowledge of art being anything and everything, the choices have to be made.


In some ways I’ve become a bit of an outspoken Arty Fukka, lost in the dilemma of an artistic struggle that doesn’t quite fit anywhere. Guilty of being awkward and challenging, struggling, with my hands tied by poverty and exclusion from the opportunity to share my work beyond that which is cherry picked. And even though I can share my other work  on the internet, it feels like an exercise in futility.  My hopes dashed and burned, a life deconstructed in which I cling on to the remnants of my truth and integrity, caught in the flames like a phoenix poised in perpertuity, never able to fly.


Sometimes I feel defeated, like there’s an inevitability about the adversity of challenging circumstance, which is that it either makes or breaks you. I feel that I may have endured both, a car crash life  in which the confrontation with adversity has resonated to the depths of my soul. And although I’ve experienced highs and lows, I never really found a fluent space or place to fit in with the wider circumstance. But I will keep on keeping on compelled by the challenge laid down by the invitation to create.

26 copy

It’s been through an air of flipancy and humour, that I’ve  survived happily distracted from my despair and frustration. However it’s in this very state of agitation where I come alive and am inspired to create and push my thoughts that one step beyond as I wander into my own wilderness. And as I reflect on my past I’m almost thankful for the adversity which has provoked me into searching for greater levels of understanding. A life in which I’ve refused to accept my lot, because I always thought that there is a purpose beyond operating within the confines of conventional expectations.


I once wrote a blog about “Why I’m proud to be a loser in a capitalist society” which has been one of the most viewed blogs I’ve written.  I’ve no idea about its content but the sentiment of the title still lingers on in my thoughts. And I’ve grown to accept the mantle of being successfully unsuccessful, a predicament which ultimately suits my being, driving me towards the finding of a soul purpose in my own mini adventure. The good news for me is that I now feel closer to understanding who I am and why I need to embrace the sanctity of my life. Why I feel the need for a purpose in the futility of existence as I stumble through the theatre of life, heading in a direction without a destination.

Thanks for looking 🙂


The Art of Purpose


I find life to be a pretty intense gig, a life in which the curiosity of my inner dialouge cannot be silenced or satiated with simplicity. This intensity has become my true way of being, reacting to the provocation of a creative search. And whilst this passion is tempered through the occasional creative success it never actually goes away. It’s an enjoyable state of being because I feel challenged and engaged with a credible intent, one that is rewarded through a perception of personal development and growth.


Finding a purpose is the greatest challenge I face as an artist, a purpose which feels authentic and worthy to a lifelong commitment. It’s a fluid search through the evolution and change that this voyage of artistic discovery takes me on. And when I pause to write, it is of a fleeting moment, a transitory train of thought, an aknowledgement of the ephemeral state of existence. A life without definitive answers or purpose beyond an intent and a perceived core of integrity to guide me. A life full of the foibles that the human condition delivers, mistakes and successes, truth and lies, fantasy and actuality. My reality is that I know so little, yet know all I can in this very moment of my existence.


As I work through my existential issues, trying to ditch the unwanted conditioning life has cloaked me with, I close in on what feels like a more meanigful purpose for producing art. An intent which feels more authentic emerges, one that is moving away from the purility of an ego driven by insecurity. Art from a life which runs at a tangent to societies expectations, from a life lived in ordinary circumstance. A proud loser in a society where we’re pitted against each other, racing to be winners in this hierarchical maze so often termed the rat race.


In some ways I feel out on a limb with nothing to prove, yet inside of me something burns away at my core, fuelling this struggle to achieve a greater understanding of existential predicament. My art providing this complex challenge through personal expression, centred on the visceral human experience, of feelings and intuition. A celebration of existence on a planet in circumstances that are beyond true comprehension, a life that is beyond rational or logical explanation. This anarchy and freedom of creativity challenges the very core of a society in which we formalise our existence through the imposition of regulation, where we’re encouraged and conditioned to conform to generalised patterns of behaviour. Society being this great theatre where we act out our lives like method actors in character, never fully cognizant with what lays beyond.


Having been born free, I believe the human soul should remain free, with consciousness and imagination having  no boundaries. And I often wonder if beyond the, prejudice and injustice of so called civilization, humanity would prosper through a more common goal of evolution, a collective cause. Because it seems that humanity is locked in a cycle of empire, through hierarchy, competition and ego, where conflict prevails over pacification. Where is the harmony in this crazy world?


For the artist there’s no template or path to follow when the purpose of your vocation is creative exploration. A profession in which there is a duty to tear down the boundaries and explore every aspect of creativity which materialises in your path. A creative odyssey in which there is no right or wrong or even good or bad, because there is no single criteria for judgment. And so the art of purpose lies within each of us, waiting to be discovered and unleashed.



Thanks for looking and have a great day 🙂


The Art of Being Woke


I find there’s a bit more to life than a simple stroll in the park and with all the complications and layers ever present its more like a stumble through an obstacle course. An existence heightened through the exposure of extreme contrasts, ranging from great polar opposites to gentle difference. This reality of life without true constants is something which fascinates me from the perspective of an artist and the more honest I try to be with myself the more my world is blown apart. These personal levels of deconstruction can be quite extreme in which I feel my own identity is so exposed that I fundamentally don’t know who I am with any significant clarity.  It makes me feel that identity in itself is partly a construct necessitated through the social pressures of society, when in fundamental existential reality we don’t have to conform to any set of defining principles. The truth of who are you? and who am I? may just be an ever changing feast of possibilities and impossibilities. Identity being composed of convenient  qualities we hang around us like the decorations on a christmas tree.

Horse Play

I don’t want to be too reasonable and congenial today 🙂 so I will express how pissed off I get with the basics of life and in particular the cliched hardship we artists are expected to endure, so here’s a little rant to try and explain it:  Yes, I feel compelled to share the excruciating anguish and torment I experience as an artist struggling to make ends meet. A life where keeping the Wolf from the door is a real and present danger each day, as I try to survive as a free spirit. Don’t get me wrong there are rewards untarnished by monetary concerns, rewards of a soulful nature and the realisation of personal evolution. But this constant battle to keep afloat is beyond any words I can use to explain, struggling just to survive under the heavy weight of constant pressure. But survive I do, just by the skin of my teeth, and it feels like being tested to the limit mentally, with no where to turn beyond facing the inevitable impossibilities. It’s in this state of statelessness where the artists minds are honed, a place where there can be no resolution beyond personal growth.

Over and Over Again

Writing this blog does help me face up to the challenge of surviving as an artist because I’m able to sound off about anything. I treat it like that place where you can say what you want without fear, think out loud  and evolve strategies to move forward. But probably most important is the development of my thinking and understanding of a (personally) deeper and more meaningful approach to artistic expression. A few years ago I remember feeling utterly lost but through my blog I found a way out of my own dead end and a way of seeing art and life from a perspective which suits my soulful purpose. And it was here that I found the key to release myself from the prison I’d created for my own life. That place being the identity I clung on to as a means of security and belonging, because I feared being lost in the vast chasm of an open mind. I was able to See with clarity and focus on exploring art as a timeless expression of humanity in spite of its dilution within the institutions of society,  a way to explore art freely without expectation. My mind liberated without the need to conform or suceed within the context of society. My art and life returned to the direction  in which I’ve always felt was a worthwhile lifes purpose, the search for personal evolution and expanded consciousness.

Tipping Point

In my own life, personal evolution means everything, just to know that I’m not locked in stasis is something which I find constantly reassuring.  I feel I’m now more in a state of change and evolving through a development in the way I understand society and the human predicament. For example I feel the way I see the structures and fabrication of society has become less opaque and more transparent as I have further disassociated myself from complete involvement. Now I see society to be more of a construct as opposed to the fundamental reality of my circumstance. By ditching the ambition and conformist expectations I feel free to explore more openly whilst maintaining a level of the product making which sustains my existence. That may just be what is called multi-tasking these days.


It’s quite ironic that in some way the personal suffering that many artists are subjected to, creates the tensions and angst within that spearhead the fight back to making and thinking in a more enlightened and penetrating way. That this adversity and hardship should you choose to accept it, will focus the mind into surviving and finding a more soulfully compelling narrative. Something that may manifest itself in art from the (knock knock at my door) and now I’ve lost my thread. oops!!!!!!!!!


I was just in the flow when a pleasant oldish couple just knocked at my door, they are Jehovah Witnesses and turns out they want to bring their God into my life. Unlucky for them I did tell them that God may not actually exist amongst many other things in our polite half hour of  parle. 🙂

Up and Away


Where was I 🙂 Yes I was banging on about suffering and redemption and how struggle may lead to wokeness and enlightenment. Something which is only really relevant in the context of ones own personal struggle, because each and every one of us are different. Hell that difference is possibly the one thing we truly have in common.

Under The Hat

Throughout my life I’ve always had a strategy to protect myself from taking myself and my life too seriously, so that I can jump away from the intensity of engagement. I do this by aknowledging my insignificance as a miniscule life form on a huge planet hurtling through infinite space. When I was younger and struggled in a more intense way with lifes meaning and placement in society I would look up to the stars untill I felt the comfort of insignificance. Bathing in the futility of ambition and ego in the context of inter planetary enormity, a reality beyond my comprehension and understanding. But I’m not a defeatist because I believe that through the art of expression  we are capable of feeling connected to the very force of life which throws us all out onto planet earth.


So everything matters as much as everything doesn’t matter, and everything just happens against the incredible odds of it never happening and we just sail on through and take it all for granted. Life is just beautiful, sad tragic and everything all at once, a bombardment on the senses that we just take in our stride as ordinary, but surely every moment of it’s extraordinary. In some senses we never truly know anything yet often we feel we know so much even about the impossibility of everything. What I have learned is that rationality and logic have no place in the chaos of life because it’s beyond the realms of simplification. Now I see it as a beautiful state of anarchy so often eluding any order, understanding and control,  so I guess you’ve just got to roll with it.

The sculptures in this blog are a collection of pieces I’ve put together for a mixed exhibition at the Iona House Gallery in Woodstock, Oxfordshire.

Thanks for looking and have a great day or evening 🙂

ps- still no spell-check so apologies for typos and spelling mistakes 🙂

The Art of Sincerity


I like to write my blog  in the moment expressing how I feel without a filter on my thoughts or interference with the process of expression. A blog which has now become a part of my art  process, a place where I connect with my thoughts without any concerns beyond expressing my feelings. Writings which help me understand myself through the formal structure of writing, an attempt to articulate a point of view and understand the intuitive state of expression. This discussion I have with the ether and myself is in a hope that one day I will move seamlessly along with my art and life. Making art without the self-censorship and inhibition which is so prevelant in this world. It is also about sharing and having the courage to share any thoughts that enables me to develop my work without inhibition, flawed and human. and proud.

morning drawing resized

Sometimes I feel my art is incidetal, a pale reflection of the cognitive processes I experience as an artist searching for meaning. To put it bluntly I’d say that my work disappoints me, exposing the problems I have in expressing myself adequately. There are many reasons for this, unrealistic expectations, the fluid state of change in this dynamic life and the barriers between impulse/intuition and the actioning/purposing of these. With regard to change I think it would be fair to say that life is fluid and without true absolutes to anchor ourselves upon, I mean do we ever really know who we are ? I also believe that my conditioning becomes a barrier to the fluency of expression as I try to expand on the restraints of my thinking. This tightness I feel in mind and body that interferes with my process of expression, manifesting itself in a slight delay in action caused by the self-conscious concerns over expectations and outcomes.


These insecurities I hold are manifest in my whole approach to art as I wrestle with the judgemental criteria I feel awaits my work from within and without. It’s about a perception of expectations which I believe is misguided and one which I’m still working through. And it’s not easy because being or feeling different is a complex gig in society, particularly when our natural state is centred in the security of social circumstance. I must also wrestle with the fact that in one sense making art is a waste of the time of my own life, simply because I don’t need to make it. I have nothing to prove and in being an artist I’m subjected to a life of poverty whilst being tortured on a mental level as I try to make some sense out of this crazy life. And I know that ultimately this “riddle me this” life I lead will have no definitive answers beyond my own spiritual growth and understanding of life, which may or may not be significnt beyond my own little cameo.

A Resolute Focus

Prepare yourself for a rant 🙂

Right here and now my truth feels like I’m just another of the many artist hampered by the constraints of society,  out there somewhere silenced in the waste lands of lost souls. Living a life of irrelevance beyond a personal engagement with existence and the search for a philosophical understanding of the impossibility of everything. A life on the edge, just surviving the rigours of the economic insanity we call capitalism. At the centre of this great cash grab, we compete in the rat race of a society too quick to judge those that struggle. Yes it can be shitty when your life is not about money and human constructs because there is no place for the ideological surfers in a society which basically states that you get what you deserve. And though the cream may rise to the surface, the floaters do as well. 🙂

Rant over, you can open your eyes now 🙂

In part the discontent I feel as an artist is a natural state, because the search for and discovery of new ideas is a perpetual challenge which can never be satiated or halted. So we keep on keeping on, evolving and changing en route as the search becomes more refined and penetrating into deeper and darker areas of actuality. Asking blunt questions without the requirement of convenient answers to silence the inquisitive mind. It’s a process which leads to a deconstruction of self and of the model of society which holds us in its grasp. The thin veil of society blowing in the breeze, being lifted and exposed to a rationality that offers answers to the awkward questions which are so often skirted over in the realms of polite society.


Honesty is an elusive notion when we are possibly all guilty of masking the truth to ourselves. Truth being such  a complex beast and in one sense an almost non existent concept beyond the finite rationality of conventional wisdom and formality. Art on the other hand embraces an unconventional bias, questioning all that we take for granted, imposing a moveable feast of values which question our very existence. And it’s through this connection to creativity and source that we try to express a fundamental message from the state of being that offers the viewer a chance to experience perceptions from alternative view points. It is an area of human endeavour where there can be no right or wrong because there is no logic or rationale through which it can be judged impartially and this is one reason why art is so complex and can never be mastered (to use old fashioned patriarchal languge).

So art is a loose cannon, a moveable feast bouncing around society like a pinball with no place to rest. An eye opener and an agitator held at bay by the mechanisms of state, the institutions which try to control art by owning it. But art as a force can’t be controlled for it relies on pure anarchy and freedom to flourish, which is why many artists really don’t care about anything beyond the spiritual freedom to express themselves.

The Art of Failure is a Many Splendoured Thing

 Make of it what you will 🙂 then have a beautiful day 🙂


The Art of Freedom


Making art can be a complex process with finished works merely representing the tip of the creative iceberg.  By this I mean that art is often a bi-product of a much larger analytical process in which you question your very humanity through an exploration of the creative impulse. A process in which the artists questioning of everything, leads to a level of deconstruction both within on a human level and without on a societal level.

By deconstruction on a personal level I refer to the intense questioning of self and identity. To such a point of not really knowing (substantially) who you are and questioning the very founding principles of society and civilization. And as artists I feel we are invited to explore existence from ground up, because there are no rules in art and there is no singular language. All we have is the questionable past precedents and the temptation of creating something new.


This acceptance of the challenge laid down to artists leaves many of us on very shaky ground, through the realisation that  in effect we don’t have any answers or solutions to soften the complexity of our existential reality, save the art we produce as our markers along this road. The art we make providing a level of tangibility or substance to a theoretical dalliance with the essence of “life without boundaries”.

One of the greatest issues we face as artists in society is that of sustaining our existence without being utterly compromised by the convention and expectation of what is a very formal society. It’s hard to explain this in a coherent way, however my own experiences have led me to question the very definition of words like art and the whole notion of the (patriarchal) masterpiece idea. In fact what practicing art has delivered to my life is an awareness that the whole matrix we call society is not based around human truth and honesty. But instead a statute of limitations imposed upon the human soul so that we can live in a quasi orderly fashion.


My only ambition as an artist at the moment is to find a way of expressing myself with total freedom, making art from a place without expectation, reference to the past or expectation. Because I do wonder if it’s possible for an artist to explore with freedom when ones life is subject to the rigorous conditioning from family, community and conventional society. If it’s possible just to explore and break free from these constraints, without a need for any success or ego. To explore creative expression with the realisation that art can neither be good or bad, because it is what it is.

Thanks for looking and I hope you have a beautiful day 🙂

The Art of Letting Go


In the early days of my life as a sculptor I used to make one-off resin sculptures, a process which took a lot of effort and time to produce single pieces.  It was a process which couldn’t sustain a living so I eventually changed my process and started to produce ceramic sculptures which I could sell and produce reasonably. I held on to a lot of these early pieces for different reasons but mainly because they are unique and irreplacable. It had been my intention to cast some of them in bronze but I could’nt make this happen through the financial reality of being that archetypal struggling artist. I also felt that producing bronze sculpture was too expensive and would exclude so many people from being able to afford it.


Anyway to cut a long story short I’ve decided to sell the last of these treasured old sculptures through my website It’s part of a strategy to move forward by letting go of past expectations in my search for the new. Finally accepting that the search for freedom and relevance is at the core of my artistic drive. I’ve aquired some good techniques for a more fluent approach to sculpture and will focus on the development of my ideas and possibilities, hopefully pushing my boundaries much further. 🙂


It’s only I that can set myself free from the shackles I’ve imposed on my actuality, now I need to implement my theoretical understanding into actuality. To live and create with the freedom I crave, the goal being that elusive oneness. As long as I don’t forget that everything is interesting I’m sure it will be a breeze 🙂

Have a great day and thanks for looking


The “ART” of Survival


“The “ART” of survival” is sometimes reflected in the art produced through the course of life, such as with the latest addition to my website shop. A  recent discovery of an old sculpture (see above) hidden away in a plastic bag in my studio. It was dried and cracked and had been abandoned in 1998,  I was about to smash it up and recycle the clay when I thought about making a mould of it. So I filled the cracks and carefully moulded the piece with plaster and here is the result, a ceramic sculpture which I’m pleased with, because of its story which is so reflective of the artists life. The piece had shrunk from its original size and has shrunk again through the slip casting process, so it’s now about 32cm tall.


With selling my work directly through my website as well as occasional exhibitions I feel that I’m entering a new phase of life.  In the last two weeks I’ve been delighted to have sold two sculptures and hope to build on this success. But what is most important to me is that for the first time in my life I feel in control of my direction on a very deep level. I really can create what feels correct for me and showcase that work on my website. Once again I feel on the cusp of change and liberated to explore my creativity to the next level.


Contemplation (see above) is a piece I made many years ago and have put my own copy for sale in my website shop. It’s pieces like this which helped me establish an aesthetic to guide my creativity. An aesthetic based around proportion, volume and composition, all of which allows me a freedom to explore any ideas which arise from my study.


Somehow I’ve always stayed loyal to core values such as my love of cats and this sculpture is one such study I’ve made in this adventure. Because my ART of survival has had to embrace an acceptance of convention whilst trying to explore the extraordinary possibilities of being.


When I reflect on my own “ART” of survival”, existing within a relatively normal framework of society, I have to admit to the odd twinge of insecurity whilst exploring the art of uncertainty. It’s a process in which I find that embracing change is as an important ingredient for art as anything, something which often feels counterintuitive to the stability we (or I ) seek. Face it, we change all the time, change our minds, opinions, outlook and emotional responses from one moment to the next.


As sentient beings we are caught in the great chasm of existential mystery, something each and every one of us must learn to dance our way through.

Thanks for looking and have a great day 🙂

“Don’t Fake it Baby”

Just “lay the real thing on me” as the late great Bowie sang, words which resonate with me after discovering blatant copies of my sculptures on the internet.


It seems there is little you can do to protect intellectual property with this new global phenomenon of the production of everything. In one sense it’s almost flattering in that you know you’ve arrived when people start to copy your work 🙂 . But HELLO I’m still here making it myself and living out that cliched life of a struggling artist, just trying to put food on the table.


I do believe that most art is eclectic and the sharing of ideas is how we move forward to explore deeper aspects and concepts of human expression, but simple plagiarism without so much as a nod to the original creator is a cynical ploy.


For now my only recourse with this matter is to share the plagiarized imagery that I discover to reaffirm the authenticity of my own work and hopefully prevent people supporting this practice. It would be awful if people purchased this work believing it to be authentic sculpture made by me.


My work isn’t as easy to copy as it may appear, because the simple forms and composition I use are very precise and take time to realise. So for those who are copying you need a lot more practice.

There are more copies out there but I’ll leave it here for now as a little insight into the extraordinary world of the struggling artist 😉 .

I would love to have some thoughts and ideas about this funny situation, so please feel free to comment.

Thanks for looking and have a great day 🙂

Onwards with

I’ve decided to start selling my sculpture and other art from my website so that I can really take control of my creative output. 🙂 Amongst the first sculptures I’ve listed on my website is a ceramic piece called “When My Eyes Are Closed” (below). Now all I have to learn is how to market my work.

When I Close my Eyes

After years of soul searching and struggling with the direction of my art, I feel that I’ve finally reached a direction which satisfies my creative curiosity. It’s very much a multi angled approach to creativity and my solution to a dilemma which I feel most artists struggle with. In my own case it was all about a deeper awakening from entrenched thinking, something which was limiting and strangling my creativity potential. My life as an artist had been like living on a tight rope and I just needed to fall off.



Having fallen off and out of my ways I spent years in search of something of which I had no idea of. The missing link that I felt would complete my being so that I could feel a deep sense of connection and make art which felt real and true to a deeper soulful purpose. I did find what I was looking for, though it was more a state of mind and an opening up of myself so that I could see life without blinkers.



Life as an artist is complex and punishing on many levels, particularly on a psychological one. You expose your soul through your work and you’re judged by it, not only by others but also by yourself. You also suffer financially as you struggle to find a niche in a society which is not geared up to support difference. So it’s no suprise that we artists become lost at times and struggle to find a meaningful direction which satisfies the complex nature of predicament.



I made my website a few years ago, a site which I made to share my work and ideas.  I initially hoped to  market my own work but owing to my personal artistic struggle, I really didn’t have the energy or belief to pursue this. However this weight has lifted from me and I feel ready to put my work out once again, because I believe in what I’m doing and the direction my work is following.



So these are the five ceramic sculptures I’ve put for sale on my website and I would be grateful if anyone could put a good word in for me if they know anyone that might be interested in buying a bit of art. And apart from my little plug, it’s business as usual for me as I will continue to share my thoughts, ideas and art here on my blog.

As always many thanks for looking and have a great day 🙂


Eine lose Sammlung zur Dokumentation meiner Werke und Gedanken

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Art and Design at St Catherine's school


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