Mural I painted for a female mental health ward in east london

My dog

A small Chapel in Kent

I love to paint. I made these marks with my fingers in a whirl of energy. I used acrylic paint on canvas. When I had finished the piece it had no title but then Nicola, my wife, named it. She felt it was very much a part of me. For this painting I had used a part of my body to make marks about the way I was feeling, and she saw this as me leaving my mark, leaving traces of who I am. So we named it ‘Traces’. I like that.

I find trees a source of wonder. I painted this idea of one after looking at trees this summer. For me, it shows the wonderful energy in life and as it bursts with life so it bursts off the canvas.

Abstract with felt tips, wax crayon and powdery crayons

All crossed stitched and made into cushion

Cross stitched home with flowery garden

Abstract work

Eucalyptus

While there are multiples and repetition in terms of form, there is individuality, each dish being an experiment in its own right. Found household items are fused to the rough-edged, hand-formed crucibles, arranged with geometric precision giving a satisfying completeness, a pattern in the darkness, reassurance in a tumultuous world.

This one is from London with love . Hope it makes everyone feel happy

nothing like swimming free and just being as opposed to doing