Digital art created from photographs taken in Brighton and Worthing.
Aberystwyth, Ceredigion, Wales: a quaint, old-fashioned seaside town with a rugged, rocky shoreline, an ugly little pier, ancient castle ruins and a funicular railway with a Victorian camera obscura at the top.
There are just a handful of houses in the picturesque hamlet of Talywern, plus a chapel and a telephone box; down the road is the even smaller hamlet of Melinbyrhedyn. A few miles away is the market town of Machynlleth; to the north is the ruined Castell y Bere; and to the west is Aberdyfi.... Continue Reading →
The city of Bath is full of marvellous sites: the Roman Baths, the medieval abbey, Pulteney Bridge and Georgian streets, squares and crescents.
The beach smells of rotting seaweed and dead fish. Flies buzz. A crow picks over the pebbles, looking for rubbish to eat. The amusement arcade is noisy and it smells of adolescent boys and dirty coins and candy floss. Just like funfairs. They make me feel sick. And I don't like being drunk in the... Continue Reading →
I did the City Trail last Saturday with my literary friend Lucinda. We met at St Paul's tube station and set off to find the first bench on the trail, which was Bridget Jones's Diary in Paternoster Square. We were pretty underwhelmed by the bench and couldn't work out why Ms Jones should be in... Continue Reading →
I went to the Chelsea College of Art Postgraduate Show last week and even though it was September, it felt very much like a summer evening: it was warm enough to hang around in the outside spaces, and there was a lovely party atmosphere. In the middle of the parade ground, Anna Nelson-Daniel’s display of... Continue Reading →