When I booked an exhibition space before I'd painted a single piece... Sometimes you’ve just got to say “what the fuck”… and make your move. (Devotees of 80’s films will know that one.) And I did. I booked an exhibition slot before I’d painted a single piece. Not only that, I had the completely unhinged notion of creating around twenty brand new paintings in eighteen months, an entirely new body of work, and completely different from what I’d been making before. So yes, I sa

There’s always a stage in oil painting where the work is not quite finished, but you can’t actually do any more until it has reached a certain layer of dryness. This is especially true if you want to add something sheer, like see-through fabric, or in the case of my latest piece, street lights. So he’s going to have to sit for a few days before the final fling. I think all paintings arrive with some kind of challenge, but this one wasn’t quite what I expected. And the challen

“Oh Edmund can it be true, that I hold here in my mortal hand, a nugget of purest green” Lord Percy exclaimed excitedly while holding what looks like a solid lump of snot. It’s even funnier when you remember he was trying to alchemise gold. Blackadder’s response to call him an utter berk was probably the right one, but I get it, though. Because I, too, have ‘invented green’. Everyone knows blue and yellow make green, right? Primary school stuff. But what I didn’t know is tha