Many moons ago I scribbled my way to an O Level in Art. In the intervening forty-odd years my visual creations have been almost exclusively photographic, but since hanging up my Nikons I decided to pick up a pen again and draw. The images in the following gallery are a few of my pieces, which can be purchased as either prints or originals. I also accept commissions- I love natural forms such as rock and wood
2017 saw a 43 year-old dream realised with the acceptance of my novel Murmuration for publication by Legend Press. I handwrote my first novel at 14, thought about becoming a biologist then went to be a washer-up in Paris instead. I wrote a novel. Then I wrote another. And another. The complimentary rejection letters came flooding in. I decided to pursue a career in which I was actually paid a salary, gained a distinction on the NCTJ Photo-Journalism course in Sheffield and became a newspaper photographer.
I was based in Blackpool for 25 years, a surreal place that with its equally peculiar inhabitants inspired Murmuration, for which I will be forever grateful. Since then I have moved back to my native Yorkshire, where during lockdown I wrote what I think might be my masterpiece- Formaldehyde Dreams. Unland, second after Murmuration in a planned trilogy set in a seaside resort of past, present and future, is almost finished and hopefully will be published soon.
The important stuff -married with one daughter, lover of Prog Rock, real ale, gigs, Australian Shiraz, motorsport, playing my guitars (badly), floral shirts and my MX5.