by Patrick | Apr 13, 2020 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Op Art, painting, photography, Travel, Uncategorized
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. Masefield 1902 Once...
by Patrick | Mar 15, 2020 | art, drawing, Lifestyle, Remembrance, Uncategorized
My local church is St. Leonards. It is in the centre of the town and for many forms the central focus of small-town life, a focus enhanced by its proximity to the railway station and both our doctor’s surgeries. It has a thriving congregation especially at Christmas...
by Patrick | Dec 17, 2019 | art, art as language, Design, drawing, education, Op Art, painting, pastels, Remembrance, Uncategorized
My Verdun Triptych has now found a new home in a local public school, and there’s a story behind this dating back to the 1970’s. When I complete my degree course I was upset to be handed the application forms for a posts-graduate teaching course. This seemed like a...
by Patrick | Oct 15, 2019 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Sculpture, wilderness
In an art world currently filled with frivolous lightweight pieces (a little like the House of Commons) it is a pleasant change to find a show in a provincial gallery to rival that in any of the so-called ‘major’ art centres in the big cities. The Towner has worked...
by Patrick | Sep 4, 2019 | art, art as language, drawing, Garden, Lifestyle, oil, Op Art, painting, pastels, photography
“The party’s over, it’s time to call it a day They’ve burst your pretty balloon, and taken the moon away It’s time to wind up the masquerade” Bobby Darin 1962 No, it’s not about Brexit, but @ArtWaveFestival is over for another year (2019), and it is time to turn the...
by Patrick | Aug 13, 2019 | art, art as language, drawing, education, Lifestyle, painting, pastels, photography
Open your studio for visitors. Sound easy, doesn’t it? Ha! Sometimes there is hardly room for me to fit in between the piles of tape, open stretchers with rough cut canvas draped over them, dirty palettes, rolls of paper leaning in corners, three easels, unfinished or...
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