St George, Bermuda

In 1992, with my wife five months pregnant, we sailed our gaff cutter from the Caribbean to Bermuda. Our plan was to spend some months there and then fly to England for the birth. But our daughter Tania came into the world a month premature. From that date my work moved towards the figurative and my collection of Bermuda paintings have been hidden away ever since. These rare paintings represent the last of a tropical townscape period.