Some things just fit nicely

Some things just fit nicely

I know erotic art isn’t for some people. I know they’d rather have a nice lakeland scene on their walls, or maybe a still life, something floral in pink maybe. That’s fine, I’m perfectly happy with that, and will happily paint whatever their favourite subject is, for them. And tactfully keep off the subject of […]

As seen on TV

Did anyone watch anything interesting on telly last night? Maybe you sat down with a hot cup of cocoa  and watched the political heated rankles of “Question time”, or maybe a film, a romantic comedy perhaps, or maybe something a little more risque, a little more interesting. Maybe you watched something about sex, maybe you […]

Fifteen ways to distinguish an erotic artist from an ordinary one

1   When you say you’ve been drawing a pussy, other people just *know* you don’t mean of the feline variety. 2   Its quite normal for you to be in the company of virtual strangers, who also happen to be completely and unabashedly naked. 3   When in the company of naked people you don’t ever look below eye level when you talk directly to them. 4    When […]

Twenty past eleven

I’m in the business of giving pleasure. Sensual and uplifting pleasures….. But, it is a business at the end of the day, and at the end of the working month I need to know what I’ve earnt and how I can pay my bills in exactly the same way as the butcher, the baker and the […]

Does your grandfather REALLLLY do that

Does your grandfather REALLLLY do that

I’ve been talking to a couple of experts this week, in subjects very far from my normal one, and yet connected to it as well, one being a very helpful and informative guy  from America, and one a very accomplished business woman from England, regarding the best way to raise my social networking profile so that more […]

Never stuck under the bed

Never stuck under the bed

Not all of being an artist is about painting, well I suppose it is if you want to be an amateur artist sitting at home, painting on wet afternoons, and filing the artwork under the bed to collect dust, and to be thrown away after you’ve died as your kids don’t know what to do with […]

The journey back

The journey there was buoyant, full of jollity, of hopes, full of promise, and smiles. The journey back was more poignant, quieter, and more introverted.  Not depressed you understand, just more reflective. Because I was bringing back as many paintings as I’d taken. Not one had been sold, and I had taken a large variety […]