My on-line diary began in the 1990's from my studio in the North of England. After a lapse of ten years, I resumed posting from my present studio on the Caribbean island of Dominica.

From the far beginning, the intention has been to give an insight into my working methods, and to share the triumphs, trials and tribulations of work-in-progress.

My diary pages are followed by thousands of artists, art students and art lovers in over 50 countries.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Words of encouragement


These words of encouragement are taken from the exhibition visitor's book.    

Exceptional work, a wonderful experience…

Well done Roger, an amazing collection…

My friend and teacher, you express life through your work.  Your power and love help me see what’s there and what’s not…

I love this exhibition.  Your work has set me thinking, so full of life…

Free flowing images giving value, grace and empowerment to the human form…

Tonight you have inspired me to venture into a new art form…

I love your work!  Jessica has inspired me with the beautiful nakedness of a woman’s curve…

Today's painting is one of a series that I made of Jessica composing poetry - her favorite pastime while I paint.  

Sunday, June 29, 2014

I cannot be sane and sensible


When Dagas, in old age, increasingly turned to sculpture, he asked himself: why have I set myself this difficult task at my time of life?  I likewise ask myself, why I have dreamt up this complex exhibition program.  If I was sane and sensible I’d be lounging in front of the television or playing dominoes down at the rum shop.

But in all my 71 years, I have never been sane and sensible.  Moreover, I attract people even crazier than I am!  As if I can’t get into enough trouble on my own they lead me even further down a road that is different to all others. 

Thank you Natalie for that passionate speech about the virtues of the nude at last night’s Lyrics Under the Stars.  I will remember and give thanks for it always.

And we did pull in a wonderful collection of like-minded poets and musicians.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

It will be risky


In yesterday evening’s film, The Mystery of Picasso, Picasso suggests a different take.  The director warns him that it will be risky.  Picasso responds by telling him that risks are what he wants to take!

Regrettably, the award winning film showed to empty seats.  Come on Dominica, take a risk and grab a new lease of life. 

Our next film, Classical Steel, is equally inspirational.  It will be screened tomorrow evening (Thursday 26th June) at 7.30pm.  For that film, I want to see bums on seats.  If my hero, Fr. Jolly, can turn out for these events, so can you!

Today’s picture shows the tinted plaster cast of my bathing figure.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Pulling them in from the Rum Shop


It takes a lot to empty a rum shop, but if 30 nudes can’t do it, nothing can!

With only ten minutes to go before the start of this afternoon’s portrait painting demonstration, the audience was looking decidedly thin on the ground.  To fill in time I walked across to the rum shop for a cold beer.  The regulars had heard about my exhibition and were curious to know more. 

In my experience, the working man’s perception and reverence for art often surpasses that of the aristocrat.  Today’s welcome addition to my audience was no exception.   

Rebekah was my model, chosen at random from the non-rum-shop segment of my audience.


              

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Rog, you forgot me!


The rush to get everything ready for yesterday’s opening throw my mind into even greater confusion than its normal confused state.  I’m famous for forgetting things and during my countless delivery trips from the studio to the Old Mill exhibition venue I picked up a text message from Jessica to say: “Rog, you forgot me!


Denise, Jessica and I wish to thank all who came to the opening.  We will be at the exhibtion to greet visitors from 10.00 this morning until 6.00 this evening.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

A New Lease of Life: Exhibition Up-dates


 In the first week the exhibition’s film evenings will feature:

THE MYSTERY OF PICASSO

In 1955 French film director Henri-Georges Clouzot joined forces with Pablo Picasso to make an art documentary that captures the moment and mystery of creativity.  The film is exhilarating, mesmerizing and unforgettable.  In 1984 the French government declared the film a national treasure.

As a fifteen year old engineering apprentice, I remember spending the best part of my first week’s wages at the box office in order to see this film.

At the Old Mill on Tuesday 24th June at 7.30pm  

CLASSICAL STEEL

This award winning documentary features the steelband taking on the role of the symphony orchestra.

The film shows how a percussion instrument invented in the poorer areas of Port of Spain can reach the heights of a symphony orchestra and gain acceptance worldwide as a legitimate instrument.

Following the film, master pan player Atherton Martin will demonstrate the instruments adaptability to jazz and other musical genres.


At the Old Mill on Thursday 26th June at 7.30pm

Saturday, June 14, 2014

The end of a chapter


Since last year I have been working on a new series of paintings and sculptures.  Next week they will be exhibited under the title: “A New Lease of Life”.  An apt name, now that I have reached my three score year and ten.   

It has been said that, however much skill an artist may develop in later life, it cannot result in great work if, by that time, he has settled down and discovered a measure of contentment.  Regardless of a degree of success along the way, I have not arrived at that philosophical state of acceptance.  When my work is finished, I will be finished!

Today’s picture was taken in my studio a few moments ago, on the eve of moving 50 paintings and 10 pieces of sculpture along a stretch of road that's only fit for a donkey.   

Thursday, June 5, 2014

If only…


Today’s painting dates from earlier in the year: a languid afternoon and a painting of Jessica sleeping.  If only we could return for a while to those halcyon days of painting and bathing.  But with an exhibition looming ahead there is no longer time.  Our days are spent frantically framing and sending out invitations for the opening. 

A dear friend, who over the years has fought against every vicissitude that a small tropical island can possibly throw at her, once told me: that if things can go wrong, they will go wrong, and at the worst possible moment.   

My digital camera finally gave up the ghost a couple of weeks ago. Tomorrow, I will spend my last cent on buying a new one.