In the night | The big nothing

New paintings from...  'Out my front door'..

'Parabola'

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Sizes variable average - 12 cm X 8 cm X 80 cm

'In the night'

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Size: 40 cm X 33 cm

'In the night dyptich'

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Size: 30 cm X 31 cm - 2 x panels

'prep'

Essences of.. Authenticity

.. As I talk cheerfully, to folks here, It occurs to me:

"They are not entirely, sure where they are..."

The urge to assume a sense of their own notion of a negative determination is strengthened by..  (A lovely, stoney beach)

.. Must be... Bleak in the winter isn't it.. (A rhetorical connector)

As a parting gift... ?

Hence these essences: Inspired by an everyday mis-use of modern camera logic.. An essential, moment in time with seagulls + sheds..

via: Bridie ov the beach

Fancy one.. ?

Or, the essence of one.. 

New print | Molly Rose

Image size 39 cm X 30 cm + generous clean borders

Framed + mounted example  

High colour print 1.5 cm border + weighted 2. 5 cm base border for edition number - Title - Signature - date.

Printed in high colour C Type  -  German heavy watercolour - Rag paper - (Museum archive quality)

Price £120.00

Framed + mounted example - size 54 cm X 44 cm

Sent as a secured delivery with full provenance and authentication | Edition of 100

Sailin' | In Digi

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Re-forming up... In the... Galleon style...

GOOD | VOODOO

In... Studio 2..

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A group show with myself...

With a lovely scrim piece by compadre | cabrone.. Martin Heron  http://martinheron.co.uk/

Our Cathlene | RX 435

RX 435 still 'andsome...

Proud

Sadly... The beach will always, take it back.. 

                               Transience...

After the storms

Sailin by..... | In the night

 SSSAILIN'_

I think..  I'm painting that, then I witness ... 'This' from, 'that'..

Dungeness | MARKER

In the L. A. B. today...

15 drawings for a multiple diptych project - Paintings | Lino cuts + Wood cuts

GAME ON | END GAME

Practical progress

The Eastie beastie | Swinging door

Two days now she’s coursed

The shingle,

Frothed the sea,

Fought the chimneys

I comfort myself that she’s 

“Come from Russia with Love”

Last year, 

After a longer spell,

I glimpsed my neighbour 

At her door

With puffed face

And tear streaked cheeks.

We said that the

“easterly took him” 

though we didn’t even know the chap.

Their house was snapped

Up for a tempting price.

Sure to be torn down and replaced 

Shielded by layers, 

A supposed rebut to the elements.

We all fear her.

I whisper 

- Never let the 

Easterly take me away - 

When I pass by

The empty house.

It's  all in the family of scholars + scribes

 A new poem: Helen Gillilan

Superfly..

My pal..

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