A recent visit to the chapel of St Peter and St Paul in the Greenwich university campus, the old Naval College.

On dead-heading some flowers on my balcony, it occurred to me that these wilted lilies might just be a good subject for a still life composition.

I imagined my death this morning: In a car crash or by a bullet. I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while. Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government, of how expensive life is nowadays, And I felt better, a little bit good. I meant to tell you that I am really ill. As if without skin, hurt by the air around, wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams. An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head and doesn't leve me alone. Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can. [Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]

On the 26th April, 2017, I was invite with a number of other artists to take part in a project based around Dungeness. "The site is quite extraordinary- driftwood and chunks of metal interrupting the flow of a long shingle beach that turns the corner at a vast nuclear power station. The area is covered with shingle and sea plants and includes Derek Jarman's famous garden" in the words of Tim Cousins who organised this event. This is my take on Dungeness...

Walking on Oxleas Woods, appreciating Autumn

A walk in Knole Park and some details along the path...

Walking the paths of the northern coast of Jersey.

A view from the holy mountain Illimani and the Cordillera Real in the department of La Paz from Alercaya.

The Third series or collection of imaginary scenes, fantasies, dreams.