I am a painter of place, and through a series of largely mixed media compositions, I attempted to express something of what it means to me, to know a place ‘at the edge’. The resulting… 

On North Yorkshire’s Jurassic coast, where Roxby Beck meets the North Sea, there is just enough space to squeeze in a landing place. The Old Norse word ‘stoth’, means a wharf, but in the North… 

I stepped down from the ‘United’ bus at a junction on the main Redcar to Whitby road, and found myself on the edge of a small estate of unprepossessing council houses. Feeling underwhelmed at the… 

May 2014. Looking at paintings, people often seem to want an answer to the question, “How long did it take you to do that?” It’s difficult to offer a reply. I can work out the… 

March 2014. Just 4 miles to the north of Hartlepool lies the former colliery village of Blackhall and Blackhall Rocks, at the southern extent of the Northumberland and Durham coalfield, and what a place it… 

January 2014 Greatham Creek is a tributary of the river Tees, not really flowing into the river, but forming part of the delta, and joining the estuary at Seal Sands beyond Seaton Snook on the… 

December 2013 It was in 1978 that I went to the Lindisfarne Christmas concert at the Newcastle City Hall. I went to watch my mate Eric, dance with the Killingworth Sword Dancers, a warm-up act… 

Over my lifetime, I have grown to love shores and hills and empty landscapes – I have spent a lot of that time in them – days of close observation, trying to understand them, traipsing…