Branches felled by an autumn storm provided the materials for this new Life Ladder. Working with the natural twists and turns of the...

The At-loss of the World, is play on words, and a book with no content (as yet). I started drawing things with holes in a while back —...

Bang Bang (sculpture re-worked in Photoshop) When my son was little we were careful not to give him stereotypical boys toys for birthdays...

I found myself in the soft furnishing department of a 'home improvement' centre. I began thinking about the idea of home, and comfort....

On one level just a play on words? But the Umbilical Chord got me thinking: not only about how it might be represented on paper, but how...

"There's no time like the present," might well be another way of saying — let's get on with it now, it's as good a tie as any other...

Quick sketch for Machine for Extracting the Truth in my Moleskine pocket notebook. My self criticism and old school art school training...

I woke up in the cool blue shadows of a Monet Haystack, with no idea how I got there and only the vaguest recollections of the previous...

Recently I've been working on a series of ideas using old tools (and other objects) to create new artworks, or 'interventions.' I have...

Such are the nature of ideas that often we don't know where they come from, or just how they arrive. On this occasion it was a briefest...

I'm returning to an old theme here. Several years ago Robin Dutt curated an annual kiss-themed show at Gallery K in Hampstead, to which I...

As the top few buttons of her shirt were not fastened I couldn’t help but see the nipple of her left breast, especially as it was made...

Several years ago, when returning home to Suffolk after a few days work in London, I parked the car and looked at the beech tree in the...

Going through some old notebooks recently I realised that I'm not going to live long enough to make all the things I want to. So the idea...