Bibliophilia

Cane Toad How bittersweet it is on this last day of my holiday. I'm back at Trinity Beach after five days staying north of the Daintree ...

This post is coming to you from an internet cafe at Trinity Beach, near Cairns, Queensland, Australia. I'm having a holiday, a real, liv...

King Tutankhamun's new shroud is all finished and almost ready to send. The shroud is 120cmx100cm and looks like the sea, like mermaid ...

The Quarry's 'Summer Do', 9 days of parallel workshops in everything from life drawing to earth building opened yesterday with a...

I thought you might like to see what I'm doing with all the circles being die cut on the C&P press. They are watercoloured in shade...

I've printed my first wedding invitations, as a gift for Jo and Cam who will marry in March. They are pretty austere invites by today...

A few years ago, when my friend Sarah started whole-heartedly following her passion for kayaking, I could only summon the most abstract of s...

It's been a week of denial, or rather the gradual erosion of denial. Most startling was the realisation that a whole week has passed si...

There has been no sun seen in Whangarei for eight days (although it did stop raining for a few thrilling hours in the middle of Monday). I ...

I have three potential books mulling in my imagination and my planning at the moment. All three are, in my mind at least, saturated in rich...

I spent many happy hours with my new Chandler and Price (C&P) press this weekend. I managed to remove the electric motor and belt arr...

I am, in general, opposed to travel. Holidays, work trips, trans-hemisphere-immigration, family visits, international conferences, sight-se...

Monday morning, I was back in the Gallery re-hanging the lanterns which kept falling like autumn leaves from Sky in the City. My original i...

Domestic Pilgrimage: a journey from Samsara (the delusions of suffering) to Nirvana (enlightenment). Domestic Pilgrimage begins with Ad...