West Riding

The landscape of my birth was in a way an extension of the rough character of the Glasgow scene I had just left.

Where Glasgow was losing the docks and the trams, the West Riding was losing mill chimneys and gas lamps and stiles.  Everything was changing.  It was the end of an era. This was summed up by me in an attempt to capture the ‘essential’  that once was – a book of black and white photographs entitled The Essential West Riding. In this, and in countless paintings of the unique landscape, I was of course paying homage to familiar scenes of my childhood.