Show Me The Treasure

 This set of three sketched Kokeshi dolls have somehow been transformed by their realisation in smudgy into a family,  the adults collecting...

Is it Sink or Swim?  The slightly repurposed pot - t-junction aesthetics- here has free-lanced as a drying rack for a curvaceous crop of chi...

 Chiang Mai Flower Markets , on a visit late last year, yielded this condensed field of foliage, a study that edges towards the Marvel’s Gre...

 Sometimes white paper is too white, or there was just a bit of board siting around, and so was turned into substrate.  The central so-calle...

 The uneven but steady reweave of the Firewheel Tree’s blooms,  gives the bigger than pixelated assemblage so the one can, perhaps, consider...

 The vermillion heart mono print twins. - you will have seen one take up the two wings in the last post for the Valentine Day Series,  here ...

 One of a pair of hearts, a mono, or is that duo print, purpose-made for the annual Valentine Day Series which is wondrously in its 19th ite...

 Ghouls get up, ghosts get going, wraiths of the nights go wrap yourselves in daytime doings, lost souls set Your sighs to soughing in the p...

 The small Satsuma vase, circa 1930’s perhaps, with its craquelature glaze, gold detail and lovely cascade of autumnal maple leaves,  keepsc...

Lately I’ve been making sets of cards, for lovely people that I know,  at first this was a by-product from snipages for collages, but there ...

 Here the Sea Glass person busts a move, one can imagine the clatter of glass bones, the glazed intake of hte middle distance, the slight pe...

The long narrow ferries of Bangkok’s canals, frequent, bustling, complete with both driver and conductor, scoot along the waterways, and if ...

 The detritus of desk, work in progress, bits kept in case,  remnants of wonder that hover waiting to be part of the perhaps of something el...

While others shop for gifts,  tinsellate their way to Christmas bon hommie,  each year I make something to declare it open festive season on...

Arcs of petals, extravagances of style and stigma,  umbels and umbels of singular flowers, born on trees or emerging from ponds and water ja...

 While there are thousands of reasons each crystallised into objects of art, that like thoughts  milling on their aesthetics, argue that you...

One of Chiang Mai’s many Wats, late afternoon Wat Phan Tao’s golden spires and golden stupor might well be holding up the sky, this is Tao o...

 One gold Christmas Beettle, one small gold Christmas Beettle,  will this be it for the summer?  Dear small golden thing, deceased, but stil...

 Sometimes I write something about a book I like, and this is the case for Ben Dodd’s new book, The Ease of Eggs , for which I wrote what is...

 Up for a night out with The Spores?   Here we reach Peak Scale dispersal, and quite likely this one won’t go out without a bit of song and ...