Upcoming Solo Exhibition

I will be exhibiting twenty or so of my recent paintings at the Brick Mill on State Highway 1 in Waikuku where I last exhibited two years ago. The exhibition runs from Saturday 28 February to Sunday 8 March with the gallery open from 10am to 4pm. It is my intention to man the exhibition each day with the probable exception of Monday 2 March.

If you wish to attend the opening on Sunday 1 March at 5pm you will be very welcome.

CardThe Brick Mill is a great place to visit if you have an hour or so to spare with a cafe, which does great lunches, coffee and cabinet food, an antique shop “Twine” and an interesting junk shop.

It is my intention to work on a few paintings while I am at the show so if you’d be interested¬†to see me working or maybe pick up a cheap, unframed, work just come along.

Here are a couple of my latest paintings which will be on show.



Coming Up

On the 14th and 15th of February is the annual WAI Exhibition which showcases the work of artists who live (or have lived) at Waikuku. Its always a great show and I’ll be exhibiting a few paintings.


Two group exhibitions coming up

Over the next couple of weeks I am exhibiting works in these two group shows both of which are worth a visit.

Darfield Artweek runs from 11-19 October and is held in the Darfield Recreation centre 10am to 5pm daily

ARTarma is held on the weekend of 11 & 12 October at St Andrews College Normans Rd Christchurch

Here are a couple of works from my recent trip to France.

Chateau de Bonaguil, Lot Valley, France

Chateau de Bonaguil, Lot Valley, France

Canal de Midi, France

Canal de Midi, France

Home Again

I’ve been home for a couple of days now, and, as usual, I’m starting to feel that I’ve never been away. Here are some of my favourite photos from the trip.

Last day at Versailles


Versailles queue

This was a day of two halves, after breakfast things disintegrated somewhat, initially because of shut metro stations and later because of bulk people. Leaving the hotel I met an Australian couple I had said hello to at breakfast, they had been to Versailles yesterday and said the queue had been two hours long.
Royce and I had arranged to meet at Versailles, probably in the queue, but I had not imagined how bad that queue could be. There may have been 10000 people and we queued for over two hours. The palace is very large and very splendid but most rooms were so crushed with tourists that you needed to hold your camera above your head to take a photo. Fortunately when we got to the gardens they are so large we could find a peaceful spot to eat our sandwiches (filled rolls in our terms) and drink our cans of fizz. After the long walk from the end of the gardens back to the station and 2 train changes I got back to the hotel after 6pm pretty weary and sore. On the train there was an Italian family sitting opposite us and the children showed signs of restlessness until their father gave them their drawing pads. So I got my pad out and showed the kids some drawings and then sketched a portrait of the boy (Marco). The drawing was a bit rough but the kids and their parents seemed to enjoy it.
A shower and a lie down fixed my weariness and I have just finished dinner at a nearby restaurant. Duck with potato bake followed by creme brulee.

Friends and family


Jenny, Hein and Royce at Fontainebleau

My brother, Royce, and I had arranged to meet in the nice garden behind Notre Dame cathedral at 10 this morning. This worked like a charm and just before 10 there we were sitting on a bench under some trees in a light drizzle catching up on how each other’s holidays were going. We had another walk around the inside of the cathedral then as we were deciding what to do next I got a call from my friend Jenny from Holland who had driven down to catch up with me. They had booked a hotel across the road so we headed back and found them at a nearby cafe where we enjoyed a coffee and another catch up. Hein offered to drive us somewhere so we headed off to Fontainebleau palace about an hour and a half away. The palace is a pretty impressive place with one section devoted to stuff from Napoleon iii and amazingly decorated rooms from earlier including a room and bed designed for Marie Antoinette. There is so much gold leaf guilding almost every room, and so many rooms that one becomes almost bored with what is unbelievable luxury.
We were traveling in Hein’s immaculate 1965 Peugeot 404 wagon and came back through the center of Paris at about 6pm. The trip went well, in spite of the Parisian drivers until we got near our hotel and needed to find parking at which point it became a bit of a nightmare until we found an underground park for the Gare du Nord. Royce headed back to his camping ground and Jenny, Hein and I have shared a convivial meal

Return to Paris


Near the Arena at Arles

There is not a lot to say about today. Mark left before breakfast to catch his train to Barcelona and has reported this arrival and expedition to the Picasso museum.
I spent most of the morning in the hotel because a trip back to historic Avingnon would have left me with little time in the town. I had a few pen sketches so I coloured a couple (one above from Arles) before heading to the station.

The train was a bit late but the trip was a joy, high speed trains are so much more pleasant than planes. They have more room and at times offer great views, I got fleeting views of castles, rivers, hill towns, churches, crops and forests. The train had two levels and my seat was on the top and the speed was great.
I’m back in the same ibis hotel in Paris and might head out to do some sight seeing before dinner.
Checking my guide book I discovered that the Musee d’Orsay had a late night on Thursday so I consulted my map of the metro and decided on a route. I wish they it could have been that easy. The first train I got on had a breakdown and never left the station, finally they announced that we all must get off. Consulting my map again I had a fair walk to a platform for a metro line which had 6 more stops to get to the same station where I needed to change to another line. That went fine until I found that the line I was to change to was not running. The next option was to walk. When I finally got to the gallery I had a pretty sore knee and was hot and sweaty.
However it was great to re-visit what I rate as the best gallery in the world. I had forgotten what an extensive collection of impressionist paintings they have. There seemed to be dozens of paintings by Pissaro, Renoir, Sisley, Monet, van Gogh, and the list goes on. Most pleasing to me were Renoir’s “Ball at the Moulin de la Galette” and one of Vincent’s self portraits.
A different route back to my hotel and it was after 10pm do I decided it was too late for dinner.