Venetian Backwater
As I mentioned in my last post, one of my (four) recent paintings was of a Venetian canal hemmed in by all the haphazard geometry of shuttered windows, porticos, balconies and rooftops. I spent a good...
View Article“Charleston” (or, On Painting a Painter’s Garden)
I’ve waxed lyrical about Charleston before, in a much earlier post, and my most recent painting is my own tribute to a garden – indeed a place – that had a massive impact on me when I first visited it...
View ArticleHay-ho, We Must Be Home!
A typical sight across the English countryside in late August is that of hay bales spaced out in fields and across hillsides and it is one that I love deeply, not least for being something that...
View ArticleThe Bigger Picture: or, Why We Are Never Really A-lone
“Lone tree in the landscape, of the landscape” by Helen White A universal truth that I have tripped upon is that, even when something appears to strike a posture of separateness or independence from...
View ArticleThe Unseen Artist – Rex Whistler
An exhibition entitled “The Unseen Rex Whistler” at Sibyl Colefax & John Fowler, 39 Brook Street London will have me jumping on a train later this month. I’ve nurtured a soft-spot for...
View ArticleThe Dark That Allows Us To Know The Light
I recently took a step out of the framed, contained paintings that are my norm and ordered myself a canvas of new proportions; something about as big as I could practically transport to a gallery and...
View ArticleLifting The Lid
Today, I finally lifted the lid – in other words, I got back to my paints! I’d been driving myself bananas by putting it off so long but it also felt so auspicious after such a long break that I’d...
View ArticleSomething’s Springing!
Whether its according to the Gaelic festival of Imbolc or the celebration of Groundhog Day that has its roots in an old German tradition, there are some who consider today – 2nd February – to be the...
View ArticleTapping into source
‘Towards the light’ is my latest commission, soon to be hung in a lovely room where people go, quite simply, ‘to feel better’. I was given free rein with the subject but my self-brief was to use the...
View ArticleFragments of sky, boxes of clouds
Skies and clouds are far from new subjects for me but my latest are a detour away from oil on canvas…to the use of oil on paper, something I’d never tried before. With no expectation as to how...
View ArticleLight divided
As the setting sun reaches the earth plane, a veil of cloud gives the impression that the light is split into parts but it is, of course, an illusion…there can be no fragmentation of source; its all a...
View ArticleStillness in the midst…
Considering words that I could annex to the title of this post (and of my new painting), a quick Google search of “Stillness in the midst of…” came up with “…chaos” and “…turmoil” as the most...
View ArticleEnergy art for the new era
“The setting sun ignites a tree into a fiery red glow that cannot help but touch upon, and so influence, all of the surrounding foliage. Being grounded, the tree seems to draw light down deep into the...
View ArticleBeautiful simplicity
It came to me on a new wave of understanding, in my bleary-eyed state of awakening this morning, that at the very core of everything that I Am, I am ‘a simplifier’ and even the realisation of this...
View ArticleIncorporating it all
Though it is a metaphor I have played with before, I find I am newly aware of just how much my life process mirrors my art process…or is it the other at around. Seen from the painterly perspective, I...
View ArticleMonet’s fish tank
On visiting Paris last month, we had the usual dilemma of how to make the most of our time but there was one place on the list that was completely non-negotiable. L’Orangerie had left an indelible mark...
View ArticleThe dance of dark and light
A recurrent theme of my paintings (for a couple of years now) has been light coming through windows and what started as an aesthetic fixation gradually revealed itself to be the very way that I was...
View ArticleThe heart of art
As I’ve grown more and more into freedom consciousness, a phrase I borrow with much gratitude from Story Waters, there’s been an internal tug of war taking shape, telling me I need to become less...
View ArticleSeeing through mist
There was a morning, last week, when the world outside turned to pea soup; the first fog of the year where we live. Setting off for my early morning dog walk, I chose the country estate near my village...
View ArticleNewness breezes in
This morning, I feel like Virginia Woolf in ‘The Hours’ (which I rewatched just the other night); with misted look in my eyes, I find I want to announce “I believe I may have a first sentence”. And...
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