by Patrick | Sep 21, 2020 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, oil, Op Art, painting, pastels, photography
Working through the ideas around the imagery of the lavender, I realised that the way I was approaching the colour and the way I was approaching the structure of the painting I was sliding into a second version of the border ‘Geranium’ painting from some years ago....
by Patrick | Sep 4, 2020 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Garden, oil, Op Art, painting, pastels, photography
The starting point for my paintings is always some piece of observation. Sometimes it is recorded photographically, on other occasions by drawing directly in the sketch book. Whatever the starting point I always progress through a series of works on paper exploring...
by Patrick | Aug 16, 2020 | art, art as language, Design, education, Lifestyle, painting, Uncategorized
The Prado Museum, one of the world’s biggest art galleries, cannot find 885 of its own works, according to Spain’s Audit Court. Some years ago, I was a part of a group of artists organising group shows in galleries throughout the English North West, as well as my solo...
by Patrick | May 28, 2020 | art, art as language, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, Travel
Apparently, despite storms or collapse, every Empire has this 50-year long surge of the arts as its last flickering flame of greatness. Certainly, the Britain I have lived in has achieved remarkable things in music, the visual arts, theatre, film and literature. In my...
by Patrick | Apr 28, 2020 | art, art as language, Design, drawing, Environment, Op Art, painting, photography
The Sayings origins are lost in the mists of time. It was stated in various ways from the sixteenth century on. Shakespeare’s version is close to the modern: “Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye” from Love’s Labour’s Lost, 2.1. Possibly the first exact statement...
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...
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