I AM PROFLIGATE AND A LICENTIOUS DISSIPATOR AND I THOUGHT I WAS A PHOTO-JOURNALIST

Canary Wharf as you have never seen it before

Now is the winter of dis-content, and by that I mean paintings added to my photographic exhibition next week – yes, dat-content!

Half way up a mountain and trying to paint Perugia before the sun went down

One of the advantages of being a freelance photo-Journalist and a retired one at that, is the hours and days spent musing, if, that is, you already have a secure income.

A little extra is always welcome, and according to the Revenue man on the other end of this letter just received, a modicum, of coins would go some way to balance my expenditure.

Not a real Marzipan Tree; I would have eaten it

My obedient servant has been looking at the dictionary and thinks I am profligate and in a multiple choice of two giving me the option to identify my profligacy: 1)

Given to or characterized by licentiousness or dissipation: a profligate nightlife.

and 2. Given to or characterized by reckless waste; wildly extravagant: a profligate spender; the profligate use of water.

Though the licentious dissipation sounds good, I have no idea what it means, but option two hit the button.

I like to buy things, particularly photographic equipment, a habit difficult to break after five decades. So the results of my profligacy will be open to all who would like to pop into the Queen’s Theatre, Hornchurch, in the Bar Exhibition area below the deck during all of March.

I call dis content, Autumn.

A picture that needs no clarification on cold

As well as a dozen Limited Edition photographs, I am launching the results of a brush and another profligate tendency in hand made paints. I would like to think the expense has made me a better painter, but it makes my paintings look a bit better. I am counting on the bright colours to amuse you.

For once, my usual partner in the exhibition stakes, Acrylic artist, Zoe Clements, has had her turn first at the Queen’s and I follow this coming Monday, February 23 until Saturday March 28.

Home alone, sometimes the best place

She has brought a smile to her obedient servant with a successful show and re-homing of a good number of her canvases.

I was thinking of returning to my painting by numbers set, which explains why my stuff has never seen the light of day before.

So, inspired by my namesake, it is time that ‘I boldly go to infinity and beyond’ and give the eyeballs something to get their teeth into.

I mix metaphors like the oil paints!

How’s that for colour. First a blue Moon, then a grey Moon and now a red one. It would certainly make night more interesting

The free exhibition is open to all during Queen’s Theatre hours, which are Monday to Saturday, 10 am to 8pm, but it’s worth a check if they are changing productions.

Should people wish to contact me, a list of addresses, Facebook, Twitter, and Email will be available by the exhibits.