Monday, 17 January 2022


 My wife was very ill for two years, and I nursed her day and night.

She died on the 3rd November 2021. We had been married 62 years.

Not sure where life goes from here.

Friday, 20 November 2020

Now, Where Were We Before I got Interrupted?

 I haven't posted on here for two years ... life just got in the way.

I haven't been painting or drawing but I have been busy building my boat, Seagull, and lots of other things too. You might recall I built myself a workshop (see picture)

There are two doors into the workshop, the one on the left led into a small room for keeping our garden tools: a 'potting shed'. I decided that I want to build a boat in the workshop and needed all the space I could get, and so I removed the little room. I then built a 'potting shed' around the back of the workshop. It now has a door as well.

The Potting Shed was the first of my Covid 19 lockdown projects.

The second of my lockdown projects was to make a Welsh dresser in African Mahogany (Utile). First I designed it and worked out the materials I would need, and ordered them.

The materials arrived and I went to work.

The third of my lockdown projects was to design and make an extra wide Chest-of- Drawers to hold some of my artwork, also in African Mahogany (Utile).

In addition, I have to write two books: one on boatbuilding in the 1950s, and the other the story of the town I grew up in, that has all but vanished theses days but which began its days with the population living on the hulks of sailing ships.

If that wasn't enough, I have twelve months to produce 13 drawings - I'll keep you posted on them in here.

Finally, I want to build 'LoKo'!  LoKo is a wooden ocean-going  kayak, that my son wants for his birthday next August. It looks something like the picture below.

The kayak is named for my two Australian great grandsons, Logan and Koby:  LoKo

Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Showing Your Artwork

One major problem I get with displaying artwork is perspective. That is to say that the viewer has no real, visual, idea of how large the artwork is. One answer is to post a close-up for detail 

and another t
o show the work in situ. 

For this idea I am in debt to Mary Maxam (Link to her Blog Here)

Monday, 25 June 2018

Pot Luck

When we moved here a few years ago, the idea of a small garden (yard) was quite appealing. With my wife, Pat, physically unable to do much work, the idea of an hour or two gardening each week was great. I used to spend15-20 hours on the garden we left.

The plan was simple... cut the lawn!

As time went on we decided a flowerbed down one side of the lawn would add a touch of colour (color).

Then a flowerbed for wild flowers for the bees seemed logical; soon it was naturally seeded from wild Foxgloves and set against the ancient gorse hedge - both native plants.

I'd already built myself a workshop, we thought it would be nice to give an Austrian chalet touch with some pots of red geraniums etc.

Pat thought the geraniums and shrubs looked great so we added 60 geraniums and 20 large potted shrubs in the front garden (no photo). 

Pat liked them so much, she asked if we could have some outside the backdoor?

 Oh and some herbs (we pronounce the 'h' btw HHherbs)

Oh and some flowers in pots....

Oh, and some roses (yes, that is the Ocean in the background)...

Oh, and an island of pots ...

Oh, and some vegetables and fruit!!!

Friday, 22 June 2018

Afghan Again!

I thought I should post something to show I'm still around, and so here, once again is my portrait of the Afghan religious man who wanders the mountains in total poverty.

 I'm still working on a massive Pen & Ink drawing of Saint Davids Cathedral - when I'm not on the boat-build or doing the housework.

 Afghan                                              John Simlett
Acrylic on Cotton Canvas
(14 x 10 inches)

Wednesday, 2 May 2018

Work In Progress

As I'm back into large Pen and Ink drawings, my output is much less than when I'm painting. Each drawing takes weeks. It is impossible for my old eyes to work hour after hour, and so I draw in short spurts of action.

The downside of this is that I post infrequently. Therefore, I thought I would give you a few photographs of where I live on the West Coast of Wales.

Those that know me know that this is the 24th move of home we have been in almost 60 years of marriage, and this is the best move we ever made. You may also know that this is a tiny seafaring town perched on the edge of the ocean. 

The notice written in Welsh and then in English.

Yet if you look out inland you are in a rural area: Dairy cattle and sheep.

Friday, 20 April 2018


I am fortunate enough enough to live in a beautiful part of Wales, not very far from the smallest city in Britain: Saint Davids (pop. c3000). Not sure about the rest of the world, but here a city must have a Cathedral to be recognised as a city. Appropriately enough, the city boasts the smallest cathedral in the country, named after the Patron Saint of Wales, Saint David.
   This cathedral is 'something else' and I intend to draw a series of Pen and Ink drawings of some of its features. Here is the first, the statue of Saint David.

                                         Saint David, St Davids Cathedral, Wales                      John Simlett
Pen & Ink on 300 gsm  Cartridge Paper
18  x 14 inches  (46 x 35 cms)

The monastic community was founded by Saint DavidAbbot of Menevia (the Roman name for this area), who died in 589. The monastery was attacked by Vikings many times over the next 400 years.

Work began on the modern cathedral in 1123, but it was damaged by an earthquake (!!!) in 1248, and the cathedral all but destroyed by Oliver Cromwell in the 1650s'.

There were many attempts at restoring the cathedral over the centuries, but it wasn't until the late Nineteenth and early Twentieth century that full restoration was completed. The Bishop's Palace, however, remains a ruin to this very day.

On a grammatical point: the apostrophe one might anticipate with Saint David's, is always omitted, and Saint Davids is always the correct form ......... but don't ask me why!