Today was the beginning of a new body of work.

It's time to wash the brushes and turn out the lights. It's hard to leave my studio. There's nothing better than painting.

The goal of the artist should be to stand out not blend in.

Moist drops of moonlight refract and reflect in front of me. It appears I've become part of a lunar rainbow.

I went. I was there. I'm back. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

It's the last day of September and I was at the beach in the sunshine.

And then there were three... new paintings begun.

Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century. -Marshall McLuhan

I reconnected with a cousin after far too many years. What great fun that was!

RT @NationalGallery At #Fridaylates hear Hilary Mantel lecture 'Encounters: Writers on Writing about Art' ow.ly/ck6v7

Watching the Jeff Beck and Imelda May video tribute to Les Paul. GREAT!

He watched his shadow grow in the drop light. It was regal and long and beautiful in a way he could never be regal and long and beautiful.

A day of drawing. YEAH!

People tell me the most bizarre things about themselves and then make me swear I won't tell anyone. Today was one of those days!

I just saw a dog wearing a banana bandanna... isn't life fun?

Cruising into the weekend with blue on my face and red on my brain.

A studio day without other obligations! Woo Hoo!

Is it just more... or do you also find cobalt blue to be a very slippery colour?

what does "privacy" mean anymore?

I wonder what color my new pants will be wearing next?