painting

2012 - The time I painted a portrait of my daughter

Tracking through some old Facebook posts I stumbled across a 2012 series in which I described the painting a portrait of my daughter Rhiannon. At the time I whined about how my Keratoconus impacted my ability to see properly. I guess it was the year before I had to have an operation on left eye and my sight was pretty bad. But let’s forget that and look at how I

November 2012 - picking up the brushes again

Truth be told, I was scared when I picked up a brush again. It was November 2012 and several people were urging me to paint a portrait of my daughter Rhiannon. At the time I had not painted anything for over a decade and my eyes weren’t that great either. I tried a few pencil sketches around the garden – the odd plant and flower – but ending up screwing

Another retrospective - me as an artist in my 20s

  The great thing about being a blogger is that I can continually talk about myself. Blah blah blah Greg… blah blah blah more Greg. 🙂 A little while back I inflicted upon you all the story of teenage Greg. Here it is if you feel that you cannot get enough of me. (That’s a hint – run away from this post while you still can). LOL Today is the

Progress on novel revision plus MissBee

  NOTE: this is a bit of a “what am I up to” post, so don’t expect fireworks 🙂 My revision is underway. Man it is a tough task. I find myself constantly second-guessing my readers and doubting myself. Chapter two, originally my first chapter, proved fairly easy to revise/edit. It had been through the process several times before and I felt reasonably confident about it.  This is where I

Starting a new painting

So Sunday afternoon Rhiannon (my 10 year old daughter) says to me “Dad, will you paint with me?” Naturally I was thrilled by the idea, only… … I had nothing in mind that I could paint. Back track. If you look at my art you will notice a couple of things. Firstly, my paintings are either portraits or landscapes. Usually I take a photo and paint that. Secondly,

Finding teenage Greg - over 30 years later

Easter Friday and my family and I hopped onto a train and headed into Sydney. Yes, the sky looked decidedly miserable and treated us to not a few drops, but we were happy enough. Good old Sydney rain at Easter! Today we visited my mum. Mum lives alone in a unit (flat or apartment according to which variation of English you use). She likes living close to a city; above