I’ve never painted on a piece of timber. No, I lie. I did paint you could say a bit of a fairy tale a Russian one at that on a round timber plate when I was about twelve years old. I took lessons from a fantastic artist who was Russian, had been a sailor when...Continue Reading

What do you do when a friend you haven’t seen for more years than you can remember, pops up and insists on getting together? Not just together, but at least 8 hours away by train in the country on some isolated farmhouse. I was thinking I could fly to Singapore in that time. But even...Continue Reading