Wednesday, 16 September 2015


"...and you moved at fifty-five miles an hour towards the lights that kept growing, not knowing why all this hurry, why this mad race in the night amongst unknown cars, where no one knew anything about the others, where everyone looked straight ahead, only ahead."
The Southern Thruway, Julio Cort├ízar

Thursday, 10 September 2015

A Summer Draws to an End

'On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.'
Jules Verne

Wednesday, 2 September 2015


A collaboration with artist Irene Fuga that was exhibited at the Berliner Kunstsalon 2007. Similar to a commission that I did with Christoph Niemann for The New York Times there was a thrill in letting someone else reinterpret the drawing.

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

My Beauty, My Own

 My beauty, my own
 My only Venice - this is breath! Thy breeze 
 Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face!
 Thy very winds feel native to my veins,
 And cool them into calmness.
 George Gordon Noel Byron

Monday, 17 August 2015

A Sense of Place

A drawing composited on the photocopier from the summer of 1999 as a response to moving into Mayfair London.

Friday, 24 July 2015

Olympic Twilight

A view from Hackney Wick across towards the Olympic Park at Stratford London.