Second commission finished in 2022 and I am working on another, along with one for an up coming Gallery at the Station in Richmond, along...

Lets do a round up of cultural events, Its the Chinese new year and February was once celebrated as the first stirrings of Spring, a time...

In a previous blog I explained how I found a rather attractive glass bowl in the garden looking rather sorry for itself. I rescued it,...

Around 2017 I painted this picture of flowers growing along the sides of the beck at the back of Staindrop Church. I have shared...

House of Mitsy Who, What, Why The House of Mitsy is the name I use to cover everything I do. From original oil painting to selling prints...

First day went amazingly well, I got very little painting done too much chatting to lovely people. Come along and see for your self.

I have visited Low Force all my life but it was only recently I discovered Summerhill Force and what a find it was. It is so beautiful. ...

When we moved into our new home Back in July I found an interesting jar full of green swampy water looking very shabby and unloved. As we...

This painting is the largest I have ever completed. It is of a local historic site cared for by British Heritage. It is free to visit and...

I love borderlands, especially the domestic; the everyday. The chat on the doorstep, not in the house not out. I love doorways, flights...

This month has been taken up as much with embracing the fact that people will soon be able to see my work, as it is, in the flesh so to...

Every now and then I am given words to dwell on and every now and again they make their way in a piece of art. So for this special week I...

George Herbert asked this question in the 17th Century and it is as relevant today as it was then, 'Sweet peace , where dost thou dwell ?

Requiem in Blue ‘Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for though art not so; For those whom thou...

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. Little Gidding (canto 2 stanza 4) T. S....

'I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white...

As summer turned into autumn I mused on Keats words, this season of mellow fruitfulness', who conspires with 'the maturing sun' 'to load...

Welcome to my new website! A real on line shop for a real artist (ha, ha, I wish!). Well people who love me, and people who support my...

The last brush stoke applied now this commission just needs a scan before going off to its new life as a CD cover for David Sparrow's CD...