Store overhaul

In March, I quit my job and am back to depending on Charlie to support me through her winsome ways.  Charlie is a cat, by the way, and inspired me to become an artist.  But, her beauty alone cannot feed us, so I've also overhauled my online store:

  • Gift cards are now available!  Buying art for another person is risky, but if you know someone who likes my work, you can remove the risk by giving them a gift card to use in my shop.  
  • A few people have asked if I sold larger sized prints than A4.  Well, now I do.  
  • Mugs with different cats are also now available to buy,

The posters and mugs are printed on demand by, who also ship the product.  Because they have two printing locations, the US and Latvia, this means shipping will be lower than if I were to mail everything myself from Scotland.   I also won't have to hike to the post office   so often (not having a car, it does take up time!).  

After your purchase, it will take two to five business days to produce the product, and then it will be  shipped to you.  Shipping times are shown at check-out and will vary with what option you choose.

I should note that I still package and ship greeting cards myself from Edinburgh, as well as A4 signed prints.  

An American in Europe

I’ve worked in Europe since Bush II and the Iraq War. That was not a great conversation opener — USA was a thug, a child — but when Obama came along, boy, people were all jealous and I did preen. Now, it’s just pity, a roll of the eyes and a determination to vacation elsewhere.

Anyway, even in the Obama years, some people would slam the USA for being hypocritical and a meddler, but most people looked past the fallibility and responded to the dream.

What makes a country attractive to us is the same as what makes a person attractive; a country’s character is just that of a person, writ large. Popular people make the world a nicer place and shine a light, as it were, on the way forward, so that you feel silly for cowering in the dark.

Would you feel safer living next door to a gentle, upbeat person whom you can trust with your cats, or a steroid-crazed bodybuilder who shouts insults at any stranger passing by, secure in his heavily alarmed house? But what about you? Does his personal strength, that can reach no further than the electric fence ringing his property, protect you? Are you safer now that he has populated your neighbourhood with angry and hurt people?

Electric fences do not last forever. Someday there will be an outage. And, as your strongman throws out those insults and threats from behind his curtain, you can bet those angry and hurt people are watching and waiting.

And when that chance arises and they storm into his property and set it alight, will his strength prevent your house from catching fire?

Me, I’d rather live next door to a quiet, community do-gooder. Secure in the knowledge that when the chance arises, strangers will reach out and ask, how can we help.