LUPUS IN FLIGHT

A broken bird feeder found its way to me last year. I painted it in shades of country cream. I filled a cup of water, and sprinkled ...

Dear Aunt Alice, Somewhere, in other worldly places, you must surely know that I have inherited your perfect signet ring. Initials AJ ca...

My favourite piece by Georgia O'Keeffe turned out to be one of the first works I saw in the exhibition. Upon entering the exhibition, ...

Trying to get my mother to leave her Cambridge nest and my father (in no particular order), is a nearly impossible feat. But I managed i...

Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison, Magpie Tales Last night I spent a couple of hours dashing about the Tate Modern with a modern art aficion...

Carol: "Hey, weird little thing, I like the way you destroy stuff. Good technique." Max: "Uh... thanks." Bull: "He...

Recently I wrote on my blog about the changing shifting states of my bedroom, a space that continually provides me with some measure of phy...

There was an elderly pigeon walking along Finchley Road today. When he tired, h e paused to contemplate a few sodden autumn leaves. London i...