Born in 1955. After reading English Literature at Cambridge University I lived in Paris for ten years, where I studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts. In 1987 I moved to Italy, and for the next thirty years my home was in Montepulciano (province of Siena). Since 2019 I have lived and worked in the middle of the Umbrian countryside.

In Italy I have exhibited in Tuscany and Sicily, in Genoa and Venice. Abroad I have exhibited in Paris and London. My work can be found in private collections in various European countries, as well as in the United States.

From my Tuscan notebook:

In the winter wind the olive leaves are shoals of glinting fish tugged at by the currents.

A field of poppies staining the green landscape blood-red. Partisans and fasicsts fought a pitched battle here in 1944: now it is as if the earth wanted to remember the sacrifice of those who died for the cause of freedom.

The Etruscans buried works of art along with their dead, and nature also has buried modest treasures deep in the Tuscan earth: marine fossils, dating from a time when this dry region lay under the sea – and which come to the surface now, as strange and unexpected as the images from a dream.

In the morning light the church in the valley glows gold. By afternoon the stone has turned cool grey; and after rain the dome glistens like an old helmet.

And then it is summer again, simple and barefoot. The morning colours coming fresh out of sleep, gold spilled over the fields in the valley.

In the valley time does not interrupt. It flows, as it has always flowed, backwards and forwards, washing the slopes with shadow and spreading them out to dry in the sunlight.

In the earth also time moves, making and remaking curious forms. Beneath the new wheat and the budding clover Etruscan figures smile enigmatically, waiting for tomb robbers and the light of day.