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Tag: Coast

  • Looking into the light

    I go down to the studio with my vision fractionally altered by a morning walk. Seaford’s clear air clarifies and intensifies colour, especially at sunrise. It’s part of an evolution as an artist and the challenge to keep disciplined

  • There be dragons…

    The idea that style might create a sense of belonging is nothing new. Throughout history, art and designs have repeatedly been used to build identity and unity. In Älesund the curatorship fo the Jugendstil Museum is is refining around the dragon motifs from Norwegian legend

  • A Conversation about Drawing

    A Conversation about Drawing

    Drawing processes have changed over time. From cotton grids, camera obscura, photographs and now the computer artists have always used machines to aid accuracy – maybe even Turner

  • Ravillious Revisited at the Towner

    There has been a Ravillious room at Eastbourne’s Towner Gallery for quite a long time. Reworking now in a generous and long overdue space liberated by the addition of new galleries downstairs breathes new life into appreciating his short-lived genius.

  • Stepping Out

    In an earlier essay on here I wrote about ‘Following in Slaters Footsteps’ which may have been seen to imply I copy what he did. That would not be terribly creative would it? No, I follow his footsteps as he walked Seaford and the Cuckmere from where he lived, just up the road from me.…

  • New Steps

    How is it that eating a plate of corned beef hash can result in a gain of 2 pounds weight? Admittedly it was a large portion, cooked myself, with a few baked beans on the side, but it blew my weight loss out the window! So now I need to set about trying to walk…

  • The Death Sting

    I walk with a camera, sometime with my partner, sometime accompanied by a man and his dog but mostly alone, looking for the delights of man and nature. My painting is paused whilst I try to figure a way of working that will not challenge my body. I think of Matisse working in bed aided…

  • You Can See the Seven Sisters from Newhaven

    So Newhaven slumbers on, the most exciting development being where industries have left because of the failure to move with the time by the authorities, and where the latest investment has gone into the refurbishing of the giant Palmerston fort guarding its entrance

  • Storm Winds

    I snuggle under the duvet and remember when I once stood watch as a volunteer in the coast watch tower further along the coast. That day was a real storm, blowing hard, wind howling through the railings like a demented banshee as we climbed the steps to the tower.

  • …And the Sea Steamed

    The colour of the water, paler for quite a way out from the Cuckmere River mouth as fresh water entered the ocean, was indeed steaming.

  • Stalled but engine running…

    In my last post in November, I wrote of my mental confusion and the twists and turns I was making to find a way forward with my work. Since then, I have done plenty of work with the camera, but the problems remained unresolved. I am beginning to realise that many of the problems stem…

  • Living is Easy

    One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing. Yes, you’ll spread your wings, and you’ll take to the sky. But ’til that morning, there’s nothing can harm you.                                                                                                                                      Gershwin In my last piece I wrote how being away with the faeries led to the fall – not into the devil’s hands but a…