Thursday, July 21, 2016

In the night | The big nothing

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





'Parabola'

Sold


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




'In the night'

SOLD

Size: 40 cm X 33 cm



'In the night dyptich'

SOLD

Size: 30 cm X 31 cm - 2 x panels


'prep'

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

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.. 
















Tuesday, May 10, 2016

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






Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Our Cathlene | RX 435

RX 435 still 'andsome...

Proud



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




After the storms

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

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

Sunday, February 28, 2016

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