Tag: Photography

  • Christina’s World

    It must be difficult for anyone born after the 60’s to imagine how important single images could be in forming imagination and memory for someone older.

  • Daisy,Daisy

    Daisy,Daisy

    The oxeye daisy is like the English, a perennial survivor with an architectural beauty and determined toughness attractive to others

  • End Game?

    I have explored techniques like collage and photography but the media themselves have contributed to the failures there. So now I must go down to the studio again, for there my future waits.

  • 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

  • Carafe Colour

    Putting red wine in a second hand carafe raised the delight in the kitchen to a new level of pleasure

  • 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

  • An artist’s eyes – symbolism?

    Getting old is combatted in part by staying active and engaged both physically and mentally. Now women can run faster than me, the physical is represented by ambling with a camera wherever the fancy takes me. I have a target gleaned from a Chinese  exercise site where they poke fun at the standard ten thousand…

  • That’s Life

    Pleasures must be paid for, and politicians steal other people’s successes to build their own monuments. Many suffered as I did, but I also became an orphan and broke.  My marriage broke, my father died, my design practice failed. But the human spirit in an artist is steel, we bend not break, survive and continue…

  • The Ponderwall

    It started with the weather images. Today I take them with a sophisticated digital camera but I started them in pre-digital times as small gouache paintings done very quickly and very small from my back doorstep

  • A Garden Start

    The colour flows from the movement of hand and arm allied to brainwork developing the ideas the eye has created in the mind, The gesture with pain carries the unconscious and conscious vision

  • Death of a Poppy

    I see in my garden testaments of time passing. It is an interplay between a connoisseur’s knowledge of art, a photographer’s searching vision, my aesthetic values and a sense of mortality.