Roots is a well known Canadian clothing brand, so much so that if you’re caught wearing a Roots sweater in London in the UK, you may well be stopped in the street by a Canadian visitor or expat asking where you’re from in Canada.

I usually steer clear of politics. Far too depressing. But, during research for some work that touches on mental health and nature (specifically woodland) and how it can heal and calm the demons in your head, I discovered a book called, ‘Monsters - A Bestiary of the Bizarre’

It’s been a tough few weeks if I’m honest, and today is really bringing it home. My father’s funeral was just this Friday. After surviving two and a half years through Covid in a dementia care home, he died in the end, from an entirely unrelated infection.

I love this picture. It’s of seismologist, Frank A. Perret listening to the Solfatara Volcano in Italy in 1917 and it’s from the title page of the 2011 Folio edition of Richard Fortey’s, The Earth: An Intimate History.

I’ve wanted to make some work about HMS Protector for a while now and signing up for an online course in artist’s bookbinding with Domestika recently, gave me the perfect excuse to begin thinking about how I might approach the subject.

Something a little different. This is my entry for the 2021 Twitter Art Exhibition in aid of The Leukaemia and Intensive Chemotherapy Fund (LINC)

I visited Titian at the National Gallery last week and on my way out, following the Covid-friendly one-way exit route, the dark, gnarly shadows of a small painting in Room 44, caught my eye…

Keeping my head stock still, I dart my eyes from left to right, wondering if I do it quickly enough, I might trick them into focusing on more of the horizon than I can actually see. It doesn’t work.