Avebury MMXIV

‘We stand, as we always have to bear witness. Resting clouds pillow the livestock, a cold fleece before a rising gold made light by the warmth. The sky parts giving birth to a great sun rising. I watch, four thousand eyes watch, as the longest day begins. Equinox, Solstice, sol sistere stands still as do we, a moment of celestial calm. All is at peace in the giant forces, we take a time to reflect, solute, respect the axle of life. It is a sight like no other, a sensation like no other, a belonging.’

I live and work in both Avebury, Wiltshire and London. I draw inspiration from both. The great stone circle, and it’s little sister down the road at Stonehenge fuel my spirit and inspiration. How could sunrise at the midsummer Solstice not inspire enyone?
Some 2000 humans watched it rise.




So perfect in design, a dessicated carcass appears a rusting shell. Lines altered, purpose removed, form hunched but relaxed. Spattered with the noise of time retains identity and beauty.
July ’14


A post of odds and ends in my current sketchbook(s). Some will develop into something…others not.




Roots of a Tolkien’s family tree.

The tree roots of  ‘Three Beeches’ to the east of Avebury stone circle have become know as the ‘Tolkien Trees.’ The inspiration for J.R.Tolkein’s middle Earth, people say. They are impressive roots, exposed on the high chalk of the henge, its arteries. The ‘gates of Hades’ in their twisted form snake toward the dark trunks, not from it. I see human forms in a hurried watercolour , the roots themselves.

(Tolkien’s family deny these trees were his inspiration.)







Butterfly catch your breath before changing the rain in Spain. Only seconds to capture your colour  and gossamer form, then you are gone.







The ether flows amongst the Stones and beyond the Red Lion. There is a formation of the ancients, fleeting congregations of entities. A collection of time, with memories and emotions. My eyes see veils , my mind makes pictures.



Glitch Art: When the machine takes matters into its own hands…glitch is born. The random element ravages the order.

Sometimes it brings a hidden message, distorts a truth or obscures it. Have we grown tired of  order so soon?

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And from the clouds the gods did clamber for the earth and performed their works upon its waves. For this was their purpose for it.

This is work in progress, working with Greek mythology:






I leave behind my chalk and clay, that I may mark the earth that way.
A footprint in line and form, my mortal shell to those unborn.
Fossil, relic, blueprint, guide, design of home where I reside.
Mortal coil of strands yet not, all was I  in this form to rot.
Let sleeping dogs lie there, in this form that we share.