by Patrick | Nov 12, 2024 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, drawing, Lifestyle, Op Art, painting, pastels, photography
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...
by Patrick | Oct 13, 2024 | art, art as language, Environment, Lifestyle, photography, wilderness
Bore Da as they say in Wales. Good morning Some of us honour our roots, our predecessors and their construction of the Judeo-Christian culture in which we live. It expresses itself in many ways and yesterday I went on one of my favourite memory walks through a copse....
by Patrick | Sep 8, 2024 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, drawing, oil, painting, pastels, photography, Uncategorized
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...
by Patrick | Aug 16, 2024 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, Environment, Lifestyle, oil, painting, pastels, Remembrance
“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...
by Patrick | Jun 9, 2024 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, pastels, photography
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...
by Patrick | Apr 19, 2024 | art, art as language, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, photography
It tickles my cheek, this flicking furry tail. I snake a hand out from under the duvet and rub his head. Fumbling, I struggle to see the luminous glowing hands on my watch face. 05.55. Early but light is coming under the curtains and cat is doing the ‘I’m starving’...
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