Medium Giclée framed prints

These prints are pretty swish and will look lovely in a modern setting. They are printed using the archival giclée print process and are framed using high quality materials. Each one is signed by me.

My Giclée prints are made on museum grade, acid free paper using Epson Ultrachrome HDX inks, providing superior lightfastness, and consistency of colour. These prints are made to last and if looked after they should last well over 100 years.

This painting was inspired by a photograph I took many years ago, the photograph was pretty nice but I always knew it would make a nice painting someday. This is one of the larger paintings I've done, and I think it would liven up many locations in a home, I love the big calming sky which takes up most of the picture and the dancing orange glow on the land as the summer sun ever so slowly sets. This painting preforms really well at all times of the day, I really like looking at it at night time when our small table lamp seems to set it aglow from beneath.

I spent two days near the Yellowcraig beach in 2021 and during that time I was just awestruck by the absolutely epic evening light and dramatic skies. I hope that I brought a little of the magic home with me and I've tried to bring it to mind on this canvas. Looking forward to my next trip there.

The lighthouse on Fidra Island was built in 1885 and the island is well known as the inspiration for Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island. I can imagine Stevenson looking out to Fidra Island on a beautiful dramatic evening, his imagination running wild. 

My wife, myself and our cat Monty went out for a walk...yes I said cat! A pretty nice, restful looking day soon turned into a very changeable one (as it's prone to do here in Scotland), soon we were caught up in the mother of all wind, rain and hail storms - our brave wee cat boldly marching on in the hope he was heading back to the relative safety of the car. This painting captures the moments just before the weather changed.

It was a cold and overcast autumn day on the cycle path to Balloch, the air wet with dew; I liked the little flecks of colour taking hold of the bushes at the side of the path against the grey, misty scrubland in the distance - and of course the cows (coos as we Scots call them).