Category Archives: Original acrylic paintings.

And then there was me.

I know I am odd and difficult to understand

Even I struggle at times to make sense of me

I seem to be laminated

To exist on different layers

I find something to be looked at on another plane

And off my mind wanders

You are on the ground, waiting patiently

A flower in the desert I am

A refuge from my storms

Somewhere to lay my heart.



This view, I view

I’ve viewed before

In another life

Through another door

This fine soft sand

And clear blue sky

Once warned me

Through another’s eye

The swaying palms

In gentle dance

Send me back

In quiet trance

I’m paler now

I’m a different me

Not quite that one

That all can see

This view I view

That I view again

Brings forth it’s sadness

And with it pain.

The kneeling man.


I came across a sculpture of this kneeling male nude in, I think Berlin. I was struck by how powerful the sculptor had made this fragile figure. I know what I read into it, but I will leave you to decide for yourself what you think the sculptor was trying to capture.

Armageddon, the aftermath.


This acrylic painting came about because of a need to do something different, whilst thinking about the next painting. And of course, when in doubt, paint rust. The title says it all and the composition changed a few times as it evolved to end up in this somewhat simplified version. Nice to do something a little different it recharges the batteries and I suppose the subject is rather topical and worrying with the tension between North Korea on one side and Trump on the other.