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Category: acrylicpainting

  • Sublimated

    I have a chair outside the studio where I can sit and take in the scents, maybe the sound of children’s innocence in the playground over the fence behind the studio. Maybe I’ll argue with the robin who harangues me if I haven’t filled his feeder. Perhaps the cat will come and jump on my…

  • Looking into the light

    I go down to the studio with my vision fractionally altered by a morning walk. Seaford’s clear air clarifies and intensifies colour, especially at sunrise. It’s part of an evolution as an artist and the challenge to keep disciplined

  • The Ponderwall

    It started with the weather images. Today I take them with a sophisticated digital camera but I started them in pre-digital times as small gouache paintings done very quickly and very small from my back doorstep

  • A Garden Start

    The colour flows from the movement of hand and arm allied to brainwork developing the ideas the eye has created in the mind, The gesture with pain carries the unconscious and conscious vision

  • Back to the Future?

    The world shifts and we roll backwards into a new future path, so my painting must follow my heart there too. Once more into the breach…

  • Stepping Out

    In an earlier essay on here I wrote about ‘Following in Slaters Footsteps’ which may have been seen to imply I copy what he did. That would not be terribly creative would it? No, I follow his footsteps as he walked Seaford and the Cuckmere from where he lived, just up the road from me.…

  • An Edge to Reality

    In my work documenting decay on the English South Coast I walk with a camera and record what I see with a view to taking it into the studio to process into paintings. This is a developmental path well known since the 19th century, flowering in the 20th in the work of many artists

  • Moving Forwards?

    For a couple of months, I have struggled in the studio. Drawings based on Gropius’ house in Dessau fill sketchbook pages. Images of the trees around the ‘masters houses’ of the Bauhaus, printed out, litter my worktable. My ‘bag’ is colour of course, and like most war time images the photographs I have taken in…

  • Mark Making

    There was only radio for entertainment for many of my early years. I have written before of how my father taught me to draw. My formative years were spent in physical exploration  of  woods and fields, making model aeroplanes and filling books with drawings. Aged six I spent months living with my grandma and going…

  • Empires End

    “You guys have no idea how painful it is to have been young during the absolute peak era of the greatest empire in human history and now be forced to watch it all unravel. The saddest part is that we are doing it to ourselves. Absolutely agonizing experience. Like watching the most beautiful person you…

  • In Slater’s Footsteps

    In Slater’s Footsteps

    Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.                               Dylan Thomas With the addition of a photographic record of decay, the four books of images of paintings and photographs of the sea defences at the Cuckmere…

  • A Garden Studio

    A Garden Studio

    We moved to the seaside when my partner retired as she was born in this area and waited tables in a local caff as a teenager, having happy memories of the coast. Her roots were here, whereas my RAF upbringing wedded my heart and soul to England but not to any one place. So I…