Nature's Cry The old on empty roads head for the vanishing point; the young between façades feel nature’s vertigo. I paint the pain...

I wipe the flies, dust, sand from paintings crossing the heath, The canvas changes, changes with the day progressing, as do my figures...

The Old Liar’s Paintings I’ve given up, he said To a friend of a friend But canvases lay stacked Beneath the table, Scattered on the...

Delft in half shadow reposes on water, light and dark clouds sail overhead, the sunlit New Church has an empty belfry, the Old is dark...

You paint too fast, said Paul, But Vincent insisted. Speed,Speed is my gift. Look, That blue blur the kingfisher - King .... There, there...

Churchill wanted Sutherland to paint upon his scutcheon glory, power and celebration of a life, of an empire, of a land. But the painter...

The river bank alive with people Seated, standing, mostly thinking Many wtih a prop to handle: Sunshade, flowers, pensive pipedream...