Painting with Acrylics

Painting with acrylics. Artists easel, paint brushes and mixing pallet on a table.

The Ladies

I’m especially drawn to painting dancers because they allow me to explore movement, emotion, and that almost‑transcendent state where someone becomes completely lost in the music. I love trying to capture the energy in the twirl of a body or the sweep of a dress as a suspended moment, on the canvas.

Scenes from the Italian Lakes

The northern Italian lakes — Garda, Maggiore, Como — are surrounded by towns and villages that feel as though they’ve stepped out of another century. Medieval castles watch over the water, cobbled streets twist beneath stone arches, and shuttered windows catch the soft afternoon light in a way that never stops being magical. Malcesine, Limone Sul Garda, Torbole, Riva Del Garda all conjure up the feeling of medieval times before passage of cars through the streets was never considered. Where opposing neighbours can open their upstairs shutters and shake hands, above the street. They present unequal relaxation with time to watch the world go by. It is impossible to wander through these places without feeling inspired, and many of my travel paintings grow directly out of those moments: the textures, the colours, the quiet poetry of these landscapes. What follows is a collection of paintings shaped by those journeys. Each is an attempt to capture a some of that timeless beauty on canvas.

An Eclectic Mix

This eclectic mix of paintings forms a gallery of shifting moods and memories: a quiet seashore where the tide smooths out the sand, a wall-clock, recued and given new life, a radiant stairway to heaven rising through rays of sunshine, and the challenge of capturing a walk in the rain using only black, red, and white—each stroke a negotiation. Among these scenes sit the gentlest subjects of all: Wally, bright‑eyed and curious, and Pepper, now departed but still very much present in the warmth of remembrance. Their portrait now lives in England. These desert camels and storm‑washed paths, bring a tender continuity to a collection that celebrates the full and unpredictable sweep of life.