I used to sell paintings quite regularly on ebay. I have a few left outstanding from last year. This one, like many, represents one of my favourite subjects, the beautiful North Norfolk resort of Blakeney in East Anglia.
Venice in Italy is almost something similar to Paris, the capital of France. Even though these two cities don’t really have a lot more to offer than other cities in Italy and France, people generally tend to like them more! (Blaming you darn Hollywood!!) But let’s be a little professional, Venice is extremely beautiful and […]
Ireland is one of the most beautiful countries in Europe and the whole world to visit. Most travelers only explore Dublin and move on while the real deal is the rest of the country in small towns and villages (No offense dear Dublin!). If you’re interested to learn more about the most charming towns and […]
I decided to concentrate on trying to make a painting using the bare minimum of colours – white/black .. greys. This was inspired by a recent short break I had on the North Wales coast. We arrived in the middle of Storm Francis with winds up to 75 mph, the sea was especially violent (we […]
So, I decided to push the envelope even more. Flew to Tromso from Oslo. It was about a two-hour flight. It costs about 90 dollars round trip at the time. Might be more expensive in the coming years. Luckily, there wasn’t any major snowstorm that day. Luck was on my side to visit this part…
For a coastal region, the north of the Netherlands is peculiarly devoid of mermaid tales. Sure, K. ter Laan has an obligatory mention in his 1930s book, and digs up an old chronicle, and a century earlier M.D. Teenstra emptied out his box with index cards, but the legends are not as rich as those […]
I’d arrived there at noon
stunned by the view
from your window,
that vast sweep of shoreline.
I had earl grey tea, some carrot cake;
you made do with strong coffee.
You said we should talk, walk,
try to mimic the clockwork sanderlings,
laugh at comic turnstones,
all busy birds of the beach
I hadn’t realised
how far we’d walked.
The polar wind which swept us along
brought stinging tears to my eyes,
though little could detract
from the sight of your house
standing steadfast against the shore;
nothing except for the florid face
all cheeky smiles and winks,
that prodding finger in my side