A Quiet Return It’s been a few years since anything new appeared on this blog. No dramatic exit, no crisis, no grand story — just life unfolding in its own quiet way while I wandered off into a long stretch of creative exploration. I didn’t spend that time chasing expectations or trying to produce anything impressive. In fact, it was the opposite. I let myself make things without pressure, without anticipation, and without any need for an audience. It was a good kind of absence — the sort that gives you space to breathe and rediscover what you enjoy. Along the way, painting slipped out of my hands. Not abandoned in frustration, just… released. It had carried me through many chapters, but eventually it felt like a language I’d said enough in. So I turned to sculpture, almost by accident, and found myself on a long, meandering tour through every material within reach. Papier‑mâché came first — messy, forgiving, and strangely liberating.Foam followed, stubborn but full of possibility.Cardboard had its moment too, proving far more architectural than I expected. Each material taught me something different about form, weight, and patience. And then, gradually, I settled into polymer clay. It felt right — structured but flexible, expressive without demanding perfection. It opened a new path, and with it came another journey: exploring genre, tone, and character in ways paint never quite allowed. So yes, I’ve been away. But not idle.Just quietly occupied in the kind of creative work that doesn’t need announcing. Now the blog returns — not as a relaunch, not as a promise, but simply as a continuation. A place to share what I’ve been shaping, learning, and enjoying along the way. If you’ve found your way back here too, welcome. Let’s see where this next chapter leads.

I have not been pondering over any particular title for my next exhibition in the firm belief that, when the moment was right a little voice would whisper something in my ear, its arrival came with the completion of my first exhibition piece.



I had decided the moment that the opportunity arose, thankyou Helen you are a little Godsend, that this would be an exhibition that would be a defining mark, despite painting and drawing as a general passtime, that rare moment when there is nothing in the world for you to be thinking about, or in my case a time when there was nothing to do, however, despite those 30 years or more I have rarely, if ever, painted for myself, there was always someone there who had brought about a chance to do something creative, because of, or for someone, this exhibition was going painted for and by me.



Does that all make sense, probably not!



I have now completed my first piece that encompassed the whole of me physically, spiritually and mentaly, I am drained though exhillarated at the same time and has established a technique that I am happy with, that is something that has eluded me for so many years now despite constantly searching around, trying this, that and every other damn thing but, it was never me!



I am proud of my piece, I say that knowing what changes have taken place over the past 9 or ten years both mentally and, with reverent humility, spiritually, both these changes had to take place to move me on from where I was to where I am, born(e) again , is one phrase that springs to mind though I have spelt it with an e at the end because somehow it looks physically more accurate; it matters not in the big picture, what more could I say to the friend who was just about to become homeless again,



walk towards the light my friend,

walk toward the light.