Coded Messages

Coded Messages

“Let me introduce you to my friend Libby, she an Artist” I feel my toes curl slightly inside my shoes and hope my mouth is showing a natural smile rather than a grimace. “Oooo! My nephew is an artist! What kind of paintings do you make?” I pause. “She...

New Painting

  There was always a friendly rivalry between the departments of sculpture and painting at the school in London where I studied fine art. We, the sculptors, considered ourselves to be the practical, down to earth types. With a firm grasp on reality we would not...