I paint a simple life. Dogs bark, babies cry,  children shout and laugh in playgrounds  but the life is quiet and uncomplicated.

There is a distinct absence of the familiar  things we see around us today, cars, satellite  dishes, mobile phones etc. yet everything is  still familiar to us.

I paint a life that our parents and grandparents  lived and I only knew as a child. My memories  of this time, as with most memories, are selective. They discard the hardship in favour of the homely.

As people grow so do generations and each generation grows to be less naïve than the last. Unfortunately as each generation becomes more sophisticated something gets lost.
 
In some aspects humility is replaced with cynicism and fear replaces ignorance.

My world is not pretty or particularly easy but it is full of heart. It is filled with honest people  simply getting on with their lives.

It has structure and routine and is more concerned with the reality rather than the cosmetic.