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Thank you for asking. I’ve just posted an explanation.

A few of you have noticed my absence here over the last few weeks and expressed their concern (thank you for that). I’ve been waiting for the right time to explain what’s happened and I think now is appropriate. Just before Christmas my wife Karen had an aneurysm while looking after her mum. She has since been at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery in London. They have managed to stabilise her but she remains unconscious. We learnt yesterday that the damage to her brain is too extensive for her ever to recover. We are devastated. I know that some of you have met or interacted with Karen over the years and know what wonderful person she is. I thank you in advance for your kind words. Please forgive me for not replying x

Some sad news

Thank you. Dealing with some ill health in the family.

Thank you. Not like this.

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Thank you 😊

Thank you 😊

Thank you, yes I was for a while.

Thank you :)

Thank you

Thank you

From long before I became a professional artist or had seriously considered becoming an architect. I used to love cycling round London, photographing buildings and painting them.

Watercolour of Christchurch Spitalfields

Watercolour of a woman cleaning her teeth by a window with a glimpse of the building opposite

Watercolour of a view from inside a room of a man standing on the balcony looking out at the buildings opposite

Watercolour of a Victorian brick commercial building on a street with boarded up windows and dilapidated signage

Some paintings from my youth.

Cartoon of an angry-looking man with thin legs standing ankle deep in water, holding a daggers in front of his nose so it looks like a beak. Caption: We can be herons Just for one day Yes, he looks a bit like a heron.

I take it as one :)

As stated. In the foreground is a wider view of our model

He’s as blurred to me as this small boy pushing his brother in a wheelbarrow in an Essex garden in 1973.

And yet he’s with me still, just on the edge of my peripheral vision, somewhere in the background of everything I do. And, strangely, I feel proud of him, but I don’t know why.

I reach back across the decades to try to understand that small boy, but he’s a mystery to me.

I remember that we did it, but I don’t remember anything much about how we did it. I think we worked from an aerial photograph. Did we plan it? Did we measure, carefully setting out the stones?

Thank you 😊

Half Ma’am Half Brisket

I doubt it

Photo of a small replica of Stonehenge my brother and I made from rocks in our garden. You can see his skinny little legs.

When I was 10 and my brother was 7 we made a small Stonehenge in the garden.

Cartoon of a typical Stonehenge-style arch, except the top stone is hinged and lifting upwards. Caption: Stonehinge

Painting of three small figures, a man and a child carrying sticks and a dog, in a landscape of open Just found my old collection of return tickets. They took me back.

Just found my old collection of return tickets. They took me back.

Cartoon. Pregnant woman: "Would've… I've… o'clock… ne'er-do-well" Man: "I see the contractions have started"

Cartoon. A doctor speaking to a heavily pregnant woman: "Well, Mrs Heath Robinson, it seems the contraptions have started"