The paintings in this series grew from moments that felt almost accidental, tidying a drawer, moving a chair, noticing something left behind. But each of those discoveries held meaning.A Rupert Bear wallpaper beneath the surface, a toy penguin half-forgotten behind a panel, a feather beside a rubber duck — all small remnants of something once vivid. Past & Still invites you to linger with these quiet objects. To sense the weight of presence in stillness. To feel how something left behind can remain full of emotional texture. Below, you’ll find the three original paintings in the series — each exhibited or pre-selected for national shows — and links to collect their limited edition prints.

Final Dispatch appears, at first, to be a handful of old toys left mid-play, a scene paused by a child who never returned to finish. Yet something about their stance suggests intent, a quiet alliance formed in the pause between escape and arrival.

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This painting explores the quiet layering of time in a home — where traces of childhood linger just beneath the surface. A torn corner of wallpaper reveals a Rupert Bear design from another era, juxtaposed with a vintage plug socket someone once chose to preserve. These small domestic details speak to the way we build over what came before, rarely erasing it completely. The Past Beneath invites the viewer to pause, to notice what’s left behind when life moves on — and to feel the tenderness in those overlooked remnants.

Witness captures a moment of quiet observation. The toy penguin, once part of play, now sits behind a panel — marooned but upright, still alert. Its gaze feels fixed on something just out of frame, as though it’s seen more than it should.There’s a quiet tension here — the kind that lives in corners and lingers in rooms long after the noise has gone. It reminds us how the things we overlook can still bear silent witness to what unfolds around them.

A child’s yellow toy sits beside a real feather — both small, both delicate, but from different worlds. One is painted into being, the other shaped by nature.There’s something quietly poignant in their pairing. It brings to mind Pinocchio — the puppet who longed to be real — and the space between what is imagined and what is alive.The toy holds its place in silence, while the feather suggests flight, instinct, and something just out of reach. Solitude in Yellow lingers in that tender space, where presence meets longing, and stillness holds more than it first appears.

A player from another match, another time. Admiral ’82 hovers in the calm that follows motion, the thrill of the game long faded, yet its charge still faintly present in the air.