by Patrick | Jun 3, 2021 | art, art as language, photography, Uncategorized
Click here to see a GIF of BRotS Images that are available from the gallery. All are on A1 sized 300gsm paper primed with 3 coats of gesso ground. Acrylic paint, some with oil pastel additions, mostly glazed with a matt glaze. Images are all sized at 27 inches...
by Patrick | May 23, 2021 | art, Lifestyle, Uncategorized
I only have one soul, but maybe 9 lives. As a child of two I was rushed to the RAF casualty station in Aden when another child split my lip open throwing a clockwork train at me. At six years old RAF surgeons operated to clear a twisted bowel maybe (who knows)...
by Patrick | Feb 7, 2021 | art as language, drawing, Environment, Op Art, painting, photography, Uncategorized
Abstraction that is not abstraction. Tiptoeing around reality. What exactly do these statements mean? In my mind they mean looking hard and seeing what others do not, seeing the normally unseen, a little like those childhood games where you are challenged to recognise...
by Patrick | Jan 2, 2021 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Op Art, painting, pastels, photography, Uncategorized
It has been a while since I walked down to Cuckmere Haven. During COVID lockdown I kept hearing rumours of it being overrun with visitors and the road up to my usual parking place, Seaford’s Barn, was jammed with cars. Then I began to hear from friends, aware I was...
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 | 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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