1980s Bristol – music, art and demons

As I grew older, I slowly began to drift down the hill from my school to St. Pauls, and as a creative person, it sparked my neurons.  Houses were painted brighter colours, music was played louder, food smelt and tasted better, people laughed a lot and partied. It was a hell of an awakening.

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You can take the girl out of Bristol…

A trip down memory lane yesterday, as I pounded the pavement in Bristol taking in some Banksy’s that weren’t there when I last lived there, and Grayson Perry at the Arnolfini that wasn’t there before either.  I was going to write a long eloquent piece about the changing face of Stokes Croft and what it… Continue reading You can take the girl out of Bristol…

Caz Art

I’ve made 20 paintings in the past few months.  Exhausted, but I’m enjoying a new style – something closer to my 1980s Bristol roots.  At the moment the majority of works are for sale through an arts publishing house (Creative Fine Arts), but I have also made one special one in a slightly different style (“Look… Continue reading Caz Art