‘African Mother’

Medium- Ink, Charcoal, Acrylic on Paper
100cm x 75cm

$800

This is an image of the way Mothers carry their babies in South Africa. The babies seem so content and safe. I just needed to capture this in a painting.

‘I only drink on snow days’

‘I only drink on snow days’

Medium- Acrylic, Ink, Charcoal, Pastel, Pen on Canvas

135cm x 175cm

$1200 (SOLD)

Have you ever had one of those Monday mornings that felt impossibly difficult? This was one of those Mondays. I got ready to go to work and this is the scene I saw of My London Street. I rushed back inside, checked the radio for news about the tube. They were down! I received a text from my principal, ‘don’t bother coming into school today and tomorrow!’ 

I have a rule that I never drink before midday. The exception to that rule now is unless it’s a snow day. I love Irish coffees.

Hillhead St, Glasgow

Medium- Ink, Gouache, Charcoal on Paper

100cm x 75cm

$450 (SOLD)

In this painting I tried to capture to chill of the wind that only a Glasgow Autumn can provide. I used to live on this street and every time I rounded the corner to come home, a huge gust of wind would hit me like a punch from a professional boxer. The wind would dry out my eyes, swiftly blow through my clothes, chill my bones then exit behind me. I also had to walk face down at a 45 degree angle just to keep balanced. In two years, I never felt truly warm in Glasgow.

‘Goan Dog’

Medium- Ink, Charcoal, wheat paste, acrylic on paper

50cm x 110cm

$350 (SOLD)

Have you ever gone against a strong gut feeling?  My wife and I were having a late night dinner at beach restaurant in Goa, India. After quite a few drinks we decided to go for a midnight stroll along the secluded beach. This is a particular risky thing to do India. As we were walking into the darkness a pack of stray dogs blocked our path and were barking loudly. The barking was not ferocious but sounded more like a warning. It was clear though that they were not going to let us past. We both felt strongly that they were trying to keep us safe from something up ahead. We took heed of the dogs warning, turned and walked back to our hut. This wasn’t enough for one dog, who walked us right to the doorstep of our room to make sure we were safe.

This is a painting of that guardian, shabby dog.

‘The necessity of faith’

Medium- Acrylic, gouache, pastel, ink on Canvas

150cm x 90cm

$500

After travelling to places like Nepal and India, I saw and met many people who had nothing. Some were tragically crippled. Some were disfigured. Some lived their lives on a traffic island in junk shelters with their young families. Considering myself extremely blessed, I asked myself how do these people continue to carry on? It is very apparent in these countries, that faith is necessary. It provides hope for the future and that things will become better especially when you have nothing.

This painting is of a young ‘Dalia Lama’ and I tried to capture that little bit of warmth faith can provide in a sometimes very cold world.

‘Locking eyes with a bull’

Medium- Acrylic, ink, charcoal, pastel, pen on Canvas

90cm x 120cm

$600

Imagine you are on the track at the running of the bulls, 200m ahead of where the bulls are let out. A cannon goes off, the bulls have been let loose! I run like the wind. The noise of the crowd is deafening. Somehow the noise becomes louder, I know it’s the bulls. I round a corner and put my back against the wall. At this exact time, six bulls, all the size of a Toyota Hilux come crashing into the opposite barrier. Five bulls get up and continue running. One bull stands up gingerly and I lock with its raging eyes. My body does not respond to my fear. I am a statue against a wall waiting to be skewered. Another runner runs between the bull and me and breaks its gaze. It chases him. I survive. I continue to run.