Nakedness and sand getting everywhere
Well I had a brilliant weekend workshop, thoroughly enjoying getting covered in paint and coming home with blue fingernails, which is my idea of a… Read More »Nakedness and sand getting everywhere
Well I had a brilliant weekend workshop, thoroughly enjoying getting covered in paint and coming home with blue fingernails, which is my idea of a… Read More »Nakedness and sand getting everywhere
Sometimes things that you think are within your grasp are taken away from you. Sometimes it takes you by surprise and sometimes its out of… Read More »Let it free if its not for you
I’ve been thinking about a conversation I’ve had with a good friend of mine this week (albeit by email, and albeit with many miles and… Read More »Analysing me
I’ve had a few conversations this week with different people, talking about what I do as an Erotic Artist, and a couple of times I’ve… Read More »Whatever turns you on
I went to a garden party over the weekend. Well, two, technically. It was a garden in Yorkshire, and I knew very few people there,… Read More »Garden party
Last night I did something very strange. I quite often do strange things, by various peoples standards, but last night was odd, even for me.… Read More »Strange forays
I know who I am. I know what I do. I’ve been building up my career as an erotic artist – sorry, I’ll re-write that… Read More »I know my place
“What sort of artist, are you?” asked the landscape painter. I paused. I always pause. “I’m an erotic artist” I said. And waited. “An erratic… Read More »Are you sure you’re erotic?