'Round Midnight.

This was painted in France when the sun was high in the sky, the day was hot and jazz was playing in the background as I worked. It didn't evoke thoughts of summer, blue skies and fields of sunflowers but of a small bar, good company and no-where to be but here, listening to Miles Davis and John Coltrane playing into the early hours of the morning.
Soon after bringing the painting back from France it was sold by the gallery to a buyer in North Wales. Later the image was used as the front cover of a British literary magazine, New Walk.

'Round Midnight. Oil on canvas.

Albany Gallery Summer Show

Two paintings for the exhibition next Thursday.




If I Can Dream. Oil on canvas. 76 x 51Cm.





Riding Along On The Crest Of A Wave. Oil on canvas. 30 x 36cm.

From Penarth News, 21st June.

In Penarth today an on-shore easterly breeze (despite what the BBC weather chart says) is keeping it slightly cooler than in baking Cardiff – or London where temperatures are expected to reach 34C.

Today is the summer solstice – the longest day of the year – when Penarth is set to enjoy 16 hours and 38 minutes of daylight. The sun  rose at 04:43 and sets at 21:31 .

The heatwave is expected to end tomorrow – as the nights start drawing in.

Welsh fans in Belgrade.

On a day of sad events in the news, this brightened my day.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/article/40247254/serbians-thank-wales-fans-for-donating-blood-for-shot-supporter

The title that escaped.

The title of a painting is significant. It reminds me of what was in my mind, or on my mind, when I worked on a canvas. What prompted me to choose that size canvas, why those particular colours and what was I trying to recall that seemed worth preserving?

Sometimes the title is the starting point. It may have been in my mind for a while and I can't settle until I've dealt with it. Then there is the finished painting, still without a title, which mocks me and demands I search for a few words which will make sense of the image I've produced.

Last night as I slept I thought of the perfect title for my current piece of work. By morning it had gone. The harder I try to remember the more it escapes me.

In defiance of a cold, very wet day.

Riding Along on the Crest of a Wave (and the sun is in the sky).

A long night.

I'm busy working at home and thinking about the night ahead. The General Election results will filter through in the early hours of the morning and I can't see me going to bed until there seems to be a clear result emerging. The thought of the country led by Theresa May is not a happy prospect but all the predictions seem to point that way. What a gloomy future if that's the case. I will watch the TV tonight and hope for a miracle!