by Patrick | May 12, 2022 | art as language, Design, drawing, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Uncategorized
I started to look at definitions of ‘Blue’ in writing the previous blog on the colour. My 1954 dictionary (a thick tome I grew up using after dad bought the dictionary and the 8 volume ‘Book of Knowledge’ from a door-to-door salesman) states “Ancient colour words are...
by Patrick | May 10, 2022 | art, art as language, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, wilderness
“In visual perception a colour is almost never seen as it really is – as it physically is. This fact makes colour the most relative medium in art” “In order to use colour effectively it is necessary to recognise that colour deceives continually” “It should be learned...
by Patrick | Apr 8, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Remembrance
Berlin Liberation 1945 “Frau, komm” The Soviet soldier’s pidgin-German command to females he encountered became the words every woman in Berlin from 17 to 70 knew and dreaded” From ‘The Berlin Wall’ by Frederick Taylor Ukraine Liberation 2022 It seems despite the fall...
by Patrick | Mar 29, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, art as language, BRotS, Design, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography
Mama, take this badge off of me I can’t use it anymore It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door Bob Dylan Several of us on Twitter and Facebook keep a daily visual diary of the changing months. I take...
by Patrick | Mar 9, 2022 | acrylicpainting, art, BRotS, Design, Environment, Garden, Lifestyle, painting, photography
“March March to my own drum, March march to my own drum Hey hey I’m an army of one Oh i‘m an army of one Tell the ol’ boys in the white bread lobby What they can and can’t do with their bodies Temperatures are rising, cities are sinkin’ Ah cut the shit”...
by Patrick | Feb 22, 2022 | art, BRotS, Environment, Lifestyle, Op Art, painting, photography, wilderness
Its quieter now. We are I guess, some 400 yards from the beach, and the persistent thunder, a little like traffic noise, has gone. The sun is shining, and the weathermen and women can stop panicking until the next stiff breeze comes along. My admiration for those who...
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