Sea swell and gentle roll,but in the on-board swimming pool,a giant tsunami.From the sea, the sun's glare.The wake of an inflatabledrives shards of darkness to its heart.Small tugs nudge a massive vesselinto leaving its safe havenfor the open...

Well, finally I did disappear (see Going, going, gone 20/10/09). We disappeared, Doreen and I, more in the way we had hoped and less in the way that I'd feared. We had, long ago, I can now reveal, booked ourselves on a cruise to coincide with the...

Back in February I re-posted a much older write-up of an exhibition I had seen of the later work of Victor Pasmore. My post was called With Eyes Tight Shut, for the images exhibited were a selection of those seen and painted by Pasmore with his eyes...

Edward Hopper's famous Night Hawk canvasHe felt the weight of prairie vastness in the urban space,the loneliness such sparseness of expanse can bring,the seep of grassland into city wariness, the waygreat distance can be squeezed into a downtown...

He appeared on the hill at first light. The scarp was dark against a greening sky and there was the bump of the barrow and then the figure, and it shocked. I thought perhaps the warrior buried there had stood up again to haunt us. I thought this as I...