Here be a mixed bag of personal trivia, spilled all over the screen, for whose benefit I’m not quite sure. I’ll be brief.

I was born in Barcelona in 1947. By the time I was 9 years old I had managed to get myself expelled from two convent schools without even trying; possibly my most cherished achievement ever. I trained to be an industrial designer but I ended up travelling a lot and having a whale of a time for a number of years until some perverse inclination made me settle in London.
A few years ago a chronic illness that had been stalking me since 1978 finally caught up with me and laid me flat on my back and therefore unfit to discharge my duties as a deputy manager in a care home for the mentally unorthodox. This had the unexpected side effect of throwing me back into the arms of my second love, art. Almost at the same time I discovered computer graphics and started training myself in the black arts of digitally assisted visual stuff. Best thing that ever happened to me since the failed US army landing in the Bay of Pigs.
In the autumn of 2001 I started a haphazard love affair with Tower Hamlets College that worked very well for a few years in spite of my spasmodic attendance and capacity for absorbing and processing information. The affair ended, some time ago, when I ran out of courses to take.
So, I’m elderly, foreign-born and disabled. In other words, pretty low in the social pecking order, but it doesn’t really seem to bother me all that much. In fact I promise not to brag about it if you promise not to try to save me from myself. I don’t join clubs, cults, groups or political parties but I have some time for the best parts of Socialism and a very soft spot for the ideals of Anarchy. True Anarchy, that is, not that crappy ‘winner-takes-all, sell-your-granny, losers-to-the-wall’ Canon of Chaos that TurboCapitalism has produced. I’m not very sociable, I don’t “do” deference and I think flag worship is a mug’s game. I don’t believe in guilt and never invite it into my soul. I do have a soul but it is probably the stray soul of a Jack Russell terrier. I subscribe to the Four Legs Good, Two Legs Bad principle. Animals are my first love but I’m not a vegetarian. My taste is highly catholic.

The graphic stuff on this site can be for sale. Depends who wants to buy it. New stuff can be produced under the same rule. (See Legal page.) I can work for love, that is for no money, for the right causes and institutions if they are of the impoverished ilk. When it comes to work, I’m flexible as long as you are flexible. That is, I do “do” compromise provided it doesn’t interfere with my inclinations.

And now you may have more than a glimpse of my pretty face. You might as well. For some reason, these self-portraits have been decreed righteously groovy by some people, mostly women. I mean, I like them well enough and it amuses me to ‘do things’ to my face. After all if I’m going to take liberties with anyone’s mush, it might as well be my own. But they are not a patch on my animals, I think. Anyway, who cares? Have a shufti.