Slik Stik Art is a colouring book full of ideas about wood. Wood has so many practical propertys and is used in craft in a million ways. I have colated a selection of abstract illustrations with wood in mind. Wood defines many ideas, such as a woodland, forest, chair and other such furniture. I have brought all these together and created intricately designs for colouring to your own tastes.

When using any media to colour please use an A4 piece of paper to stop the substance going through to the other designs in the book.These designs derived from observing oil slick colour and the creativity that the oil colours perform. Have you ever watched oil in water and how it interacts with soluble matter. It swims, inter twines, moves and glides, whilst trying not to break up. When it does it creates a globule of rainbow colours when light hits it. My fascination became a work of art and then extended it to what is created in these therapeutic books today. The oil Slik art has been...

These poems capture moments in time that had been forgotten. Watching my children grow and the things they have got up to has reflected my own childhood. Also, that moment in time in 1997 when on reflection was changing and I analysed my whole being.

Poetry is a way of expressing oneself in an almost song, rhyme and rhythm. These stories have a motion all of their own. Some are fast, yet some are mellow. Some poems are analytical of days gone by. The CLIMBING POEM, when written was felt immensely. I could feel the blisters stinging into my hands as I came down the rope. I was about eight at the time. The lesson was to wear gloves, ha, ha, ha. So many childhood pleasure of intrigue and decisions that spilled over to my own family. Read on and maybe you can enjoy the moments as much as I did and still do. Chance and opportunity are part of...

You never know where you're gonna end up. A snow drift, a cavern, a fair ground with dripping liquid from the Ferris wheel. People screaming, then you find yourself in another place? Another time, perhaps or even another dimension? Next you find yourself being thrown like a rag doll in the back of a car that is rolling down an embankment. Four friends are trying to make sense of it all but their memory is clouded over by various immediate decisions that have to be made on the spot. It's a fast, weird and peculiar state of affairs. The history is simple but the future is horrifyingly...