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...

The UOS sculpture park has been open for many years but has not enjoyed great renown in the Istanbul art world. The reasons for this are...

"I come to work everyday by boat" said the sheet metal cutter. Apparently he lived on one of the islands in the Marmara sea and came in...

We would sit, drink tea and mull over domestic and international developments. The events in Istanbul in 2013 seemed alarming as...

I heard this week that traffic in Istanbul has reduced by 30%, Fuel prices have soared in the last few months as inflation bites, it...

The tea was flowing freely and the cigarettes were being smoked. The air was warm and the late Friday afternoon feeling was beginning to...

He was a young man with some educational special needs but had been given an opportunity to learn the craft of vehicle body spray by our...

Time sheds its dust in the corners of the workshop. Tobacco smoke sticks to the walls. Cigarette ash turns to powder in the cracks whilst...

Sunlight filters through the leaves of the vine striking the uneven, though smoothed, masonry (allegedly the remains of the Genovese...

The hum of machinery throbs through the basement ceiling, a muffled silence pervades the dark space. Cave-like but not damp, cavernous...

The scap iron collectors boots had first appeared to me as he’d pushed his cart past the vehicle repair shop which I had the misfortune...

The huge claw rolled the bundle of reclaimed rebar as a cat would toss a ball of wool from paw to paw. Lifting it up and dropping it,...