My return to London from Istanbul in the summer of 2022 after a few decades of absence has taken its toll on my 'output'. Liminal Arts...

There are times when one needs to experiment with a completely new medium. Following my fascination with ageing and rusting environments...

The wide streets seemed a world away from the narrow medieval blacksmith's quarter we were used to drinking tea in. Huge trucks hauled in...

One moment on a Friday afternoon, sun filtering through the window of the upstairs workshop. Storm clouds gather across the Black sea...

The Thames has meandered its way passing by the great and good of central London. The Houses of Parliament, the Tate Modern, the...

Piles of paper remained on the desk. There were old invoices, tool catalogues, boxes of cigarettes and random items scattered in small...