I stumbled into their lair on accident, and found myself in a madhouse of reptilian decree. I immediately froze, in a vain hope they had not noticed me in my peculiarity, but my attempts were feeble, I had been seen. I felt a cold sweat and a shiver ran down my spine as they glared at me with beady black eyes from a nebulous of smoke and dust that choked the room. I was their intruder. One of the lizards mockingly hissed a welcome, 'Please take a seat, you look weary.'

Looking out of the library window at the Kings Manor here in York I can see a bronze calf.

One of the best-timed gifts my family and I have ever received arrived at our home on Mt Pleasant in May. 

The Gallery's Registration department keeps a close watch on our collection of art, with regular audits to make sure all is as it should be.

My final days at Julia Morison's 'Meet me on the other side' at NG

Throughout the centuries man has delighted in creating representations of his canine companions.