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Hello and thanks to everyone who's read the blog over the year: whether you've seen them all or picked a couple here and there, I ha...

Self portrait one year on.

From everywhere else to a first memory I come from, and sing of, green carpet up the side of the bath and false memory of the feel of that. ...

Portrait of a moment in Glasgow.

Dissection The eyes are prominent as would be expected in an animal as wary was the rabbit. Note the position of the eyes on the head and ho...

Holding hands How it becomes an easy regularity is a mystery to me, but it seems strange, now, not to be attached from one side. How is it t...

Colour co-ordination It is not about the colour, but the naming of it. We stand around gesticulating with arms spread wide for brights, our ...

Quiet revelation It’s the sort of tired that makes everything almost, and nothing for sure. Even air has negative connotations on a tickly t...

Ad for a partner You want somebody who can land just like that, with the air shooed to the curls in their hair. You want somebody who can st...