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Detail from a work-in-progress, a portrait of the explorer Alexandra David-Neel, whom I have only discovered lately and am now fascinated with.

David-Neel travelled obsessively, even running away from home several times as a child; she joined several secret societies, feminist and anarchist groups; she studied music and performed on stage in opera houses across Europe; and she spent long hours in libraries studying languages and philosophy. She went to India, Africa and Tunis, where at 36 she met and married a railroad engineer, only to leave him three years later because she couldn’t bear to be a housewife.

She then visited the royal monastery of Sikkim, met the Dalai Lama twice and spent nearly two years in a cave learning Buddhist spirituality with a young monk called Yongden whom she would later adopt. Together they travelled to Japan to avoid the First World War, traversed China on the way back and disguised themselves as pilgrims to enter Lhasa, Tibet. She returned to France for a while and wrote several books. Then, during the Second World War, she and Yongden travelled to the Soviet Union to get back into Tibet one last time. 

They returned to France in 1946; Alexandra was 78. Yongden died 9 years later but Alexandra continued to work and study until her death at the age of 101, when her ashes and those of Yongden were mixed together and scattered in the Ganges. 

The photo I’m using as reference for this painting was taken when Alexandra was a teenager. When she was young, she was deeply frustrated by her parents’ caution and the restrictions on her freedom, feeling very keenly that life was short and she was being forced to waste it. She would later write the following: 

“I cried bitter tears more than once, having the profound feeling that life was going by, that the days of my youth were going by, empty, without interest, without joy. I understood that I was wasting time that would never return, that I was losing hours that could have been beautiful.”

Sometimes I am terribly afraid of how much time I am wasting. 

Mixed media (mostly acrylic) on board. 16×20"

This was a gift for my grandmother. 

Based on photographs taken on the coast of Kerry, Ireland, where she lives. 

Acrylic on paper. 

The incomparable Christopher Columbus, credited by many as the first European to discover America, despite having been beaten to it by the Vikings some 500 years previously and despite not actually recognising that America even existed. (Til his death he believed he had reached East Asia.) He died in Spain in 1506 having been brought home in chains six years earlier to answer for various atrocities committed against the natives. 

No known authentic portrait of Columbus exists, so I’ve referenced a posthumous effort by Ghirlandaio for this. I like the look of this small, petulant, round-headed man, although contemporary reports describe him as a vast, 6-foot curiosity in an age of short men. 

Giovanni da Verrazzano, Italian explorer. Among his many accomplishments, he mistook a lagoon in North Carolina for the Pacific Ocean, contributing to a general misunderstanding of North American geography for decades to come. Killed and eaten by natives on one of the Carib islands, probably Guadeloupe. 

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