Like dreams, paintings are all about yourself, everything is a self portrait. In this one I am at once Benedicta and Piggyman, perhaps we all are, depends if it’s a good day or n

Saint George, later in life, meets another dragon and things don’t go as well as they did last time.

Overlooking the beach, near the northern tip of the South Island of New Zealand, in a place called Collingwood. A quick sketch of a house that was for sale many years ago.