Iconic beginnings….

I love Icons. Not just for their religious representation, but the whole naivety of the image, and how the artist has translated his interpretation of something sacred to him onto a flat surface. I was first introduced to them as a 17 year old venturing into the British Museum for the first time. Coming from South Africa…

An Iconic icon moment!

I have always loved Russian Icons, and since the day I saw them hanging in a friends home they became an obsession.  One of those obsessions you keep with you because you are not sure how you are going to get your hands on one unless you paint it yourself.  Painting something yourself isn’t always the…