Reflections in an Avian Eye

Confession: My earliest memory of abject fear is from a Beatrix Potter story. Yes. I’m a wuss. The name of my fear is Old Brown. He is the owl villain of Squirrel Nutkin. The terrifying, music-hating, tail-snipping ancient one…and his eyes. In particular in this picture. In which Old Brown’s eye is black and peering. I … Continue reading

Virtual Tour of Virgin With A Memory

My dear internets, I invite you on a picture tour of my now nearly over exhibition Virgin With A Memory.  It closes November 2. Apart from about ten very quality people, most of the humans I know don’t live in Manchester. Which means going to see the show will be either very inconvenient or prohibitively … Continue reading

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