by Patrick | May 7, 2017 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, photography
As I work through the ideas underpinning my ‘Four Season’ group of paintings, I pause to draw breath and appreciate where I am right now. If you have followed my blogs you will have seen my tale of cancer, starting in November 2012 when I revealed the diagnosis. It...
by Patrick | Apr 29, 2017 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography
In my last piece I wrote that artists may be their own Trump, viewing the world and creating their own interpreted reality from it. I wrote how my own work had unconsciously become a simulacrum of events outside myself and the studio. I may not have been so far from...
by Patrick | Apr 3, 2017 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, painting, pastels, photography
We live in a world of ‘alt: news’ apparently, this being a world where people cannot tell fact from fiction. Supposedly an ‘alternate reality’ in which how they see the world is not the same as how you might see the world. I accept that all facts are capable of...
by Patrick | Mar 7, 2017 | Environment, Lifestyle, photography, Remembrance
I’ve been living in Seaford, East Sussex, for over 3 years now, and to my embarrassment I still have boxes in the studio unpacked since moving. Spurred on by a clear out of the garage as a part of a refurbishment of the ground floor of the house, I decided it was time...
by Patrick | Feb 2, 2017 | Environment, Lifestyle, photography, Travel
It stands erect, ringed in red and white. The dark wilderness of its base set aside from the billowing white up swelling of the chalk cliffs behind it. Thrusting upwards in public warning, its tip glazed and different to its shaft, it stands out by day attracting the...
by Patrick | Sep 23, 2016 | art, Environment, Lifestyle, painting
It’s been a long road to the studio in Seaford, and time has taken its toll on my body, if not my mind. Testing time through which my art and my lover have sustained me. It has been quite a journey. When I left college I worked as a bar/cellar man for four or five...
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