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Two abstract figures go for an evening saunter along the coast.

Painted in heavy acrylic, with a palette knife.

A quick acrylic study of the upper complex at Wheal Coates on a bright north coast afternoon. Let me know what you think! 😊

A bunch of impressionist/abstract paintings of my favourite vehicle. The second painting is my Dad’s van. A 1972 type II. The machine that showed me the Atlantic and Surfing some 40 years ago. Many happy trips to Kernow, Croyde, Hossegor ensued over many years. Dad is almost 80 now. Bit down in the dumps. I painted these to make him smile and remind him of adventures yet to come.

1st one is a sparrow sitting on a chain link fence in St Ives, second one is my mate Jacob, he lives in my garden in Penryn, the last one is a blackbird in my parents garden in Cheshire. Thanks for looking. 😊

I painted this recently, it represents the sensations I currently feel. A sadness, loss, even grief for the life I lead for 50 years. Waking up and unseeing what you know deeply is impossible. Embracing the change, again I feel pain but also an unburdening of the weight I have carried.

Anyway, hope this resonates, it may just be squiggles but I certainly enjoyed painting it in an oddly reassuring way.

I painted Chris Yates seeking his quarry at Redmire, centre pin reels, Avon mk IV’s and a big old moon. This for me is fishing, no electronics, just disconnect and human skill sinking back into nature.

My dog Zara and I always sought out the quiet places. Super hero’s in our minds.

Acrylic on acrylic paper, A4.

Acrylic on stretched canvas. Painted as an abstract expression of the interface between the stoic rigidity of the city and the Wu Wei of the fluid Mersey.

Painted in a neo expressionist style as a response to a later in life ASD diagnosis and a life spent acting behind a mask.

For 48 years, my life followed a brutal cycle: mask up, take a job, hit a wall of absolute burnout, and resign before hitting the one-year mark. Rinse and repeat. I thought I was broken, or just failing at being a human.

I recently discovered that I am autistic with a Pathological Demand Avoidance (PDA) profile. Looking back at my art now, I realize I’ve been painting my own neurodivergent survival map all along.

This piece is titled "Toes on the Nose."

In surf culture, that means hanging ten, holding a perfect, impossible line of balance on the very edge of the board while a massive wave tries to crush you from behind. That is exactly what it feels like to navigate everyday life with PDA. Your nervous system is constantly walking a high-wire between perceived safety and intense, involuntary fight-or-flight.

The Robot: That’s the heavy, rigid armor of masking. I had to force myself to act like a predictable machine just to survive a world built for neurotypicals.

The Eyes (? !): The constant internal panic loop. The question mark is the hyper-vigilance (What is expected of me now? How do I escape?), and the exclamation point is the immediate spike of anxiety when a demand hits.

The Chest Screen: Inside the armor is a clean, vibrant geometric pattern based on the Riemann Zeta function. When the social world feels chaotic and hostile, my brain finds a safe haven in deep, beautiful systems of logic and hyper-focus.

On the back of the canvas, I sketched a note about Henry David Thoreau’s "three chairs" philosophy, one chair for solitude, one for a visitor, one for society. I titled that sketch "Deliberate."
After 48 years of exhausting burnout, I’m finally realizing I can't live in society's chair anymore. I'm learning to live deliberately on my own terms and protect my space.
Just wanted to share this with anyone else who feels like a rigid little robot trying to hold an impossible balance in a chaotic world. You aren't broken, just different.

Just wanted to share my latest piece. It’s an abstract/impressionist look at the waterfront, focused entirely on the atmosphere and the connection between the city and the river.
The water is chaotic, the sky is heavy, but the city just stands tall through it all. It’s that exact grit and energy that makes Liverpool home. Hope it resonates with some of you!

Acrylic on stretched canvas.

A painterly print I produced today from a photograph of the wonderful Cumbrian landscape artist Sheila Fell. It’s a bit hot in the UK atm, not weather for acrylics lol, but fairly happy.

Like Zhuangzi’s giant gourd used to float down the river, the thick, textured white sail represents throwing away rigid expectations to simply flow with the world. It is a simple reminder that peace is found by dropping artificial engines, setting your own sails, and trusting the natural current of your life.

Started in Oils and then moved into acrylics. Stretched canvas, 23 x 30cm [OC June 2026.]

Two paintings, same meaning. Beginning again at life.. This time like Thoreau, it will all be deliberate..

Work in progress..

Oil on canvas board. ☀️

A work in progress.. Oil on stretched canvas 60 x 40cm. Thanks for looking 👀🏄‍♂️🏄‍♀️🏄🌊