Clutching my passport, wheeling recalcitrant suitcases, collecting misplaced paraphernalia, and searching for door C on level three, I barely had time for a goodbye hug with friend Heath before I was on my way home. The past twelve days of constant companionship had become telescoped into a quick slip of time. Thought and emotion became…
Some time ago, I produced a series of paintings with images of stilt houses clustered together forming small communities banded together for support against various tidal incursions. This large work is the latest in the series. It has been in a semi-finished state for some time, and I have only now finished it. It differs…
This is a little reminder of Valentine’s Days in the past when a dear friend always sent his wishes signed xxx love n’ stuff He has been been gone for many years now … another valiant warrior that fought in the cancer wars. I always remember him on this day and wanted you all to…