Sposmadically, I return to climb my personal North Face of Everest. It also happens to be my actual face. Treacherous mountain terrain indeed -and littered with the unrescued carcasses from previous failed attempts that I hope are never dug out of the ice and brought in for a Christian burial. Cool.

I look like such as miserable creature when I’m concentrating and I seem to be developing a Roger Moore eyebrow of fun. I shall return for another assault when my frostbitten fingers have regained their dexterity and the altitude sickness has abated. By the way, the centre portrait looks very much like my brother; which is close enough for me!

All oils on panels. 10″ x 8″