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From Derelict Butchery to Scotlands Most Unusua...
When I first walked into the basement at 2 Hutchison Terrace, it was derelict, dark, cold and forgotten. But even in that state, the building had a presence. The glazed...
From Derelict Butchery to Scotlands Most Unusua...
When I first walked into the basement at 2 Hutchison Terrace, it was derelict, dark, cold and forgotten. But even in that state, the building had a presence. The glazed...
Post War Domestic Realism and Why I Keep Buying It
I’ve ended up with a small run of post‑war domestic realist paintings without planning it. They’ve just appeared, one after another, and every time I see one I get the...
Post War Domestic Realism and Why I Keep Buying It
I’ve ended up with a small run of post‑war domestic realist paintings without planning it. They’ve just appeared, one after another, and every time I see one I get the...
Lets Talk About the Silk Clothing!
I’ve been thinking a lot about the clothing line again. It started as a tiny sideline before lockdown, nothing planned, nothing strategic, just simple sari silk pieces that somehow grew...
Lets Talk About the Silk Clothing!
I’ve been thinking a lot about the clothing line again. It started as a tiny sideline before lockdown, nothing planned, nothing strategic, just simple sari silk pieces that somehow grew...
The Honesty of the Broken Face.
In the gallery just now, I’m surrounded by faces that don’t sit neatly together. They’re fractured, layered, doubled, interrupted. These portraits don’t aim for perfection; they reveal something far more...
The Honesty of the Broken Face.
In the gallery just now, I’m surrounded by faces that don’t sit neatly together. They’re fractured, layered, doubled, interrupted. These portraits don’t aim for perfection; they reveal something far more...