mercredi 19 février 2020
jeudi 23 janvier 2020
mardi 10 décembre 2019
sudden break. oil on paper. 68x70cm
after grey skies. oil on paper 78x60cm
clearing. oil on paper 78x60cm
shift. oil on paper. 68x70cm
ground. oil on paper 78x60cm
Hill. oil on paper. 78x60cm
The idea of walking and making go hand in hand throughout the visual arts along with the written word. I don't need to retail who and where but never the less I think it remains a pertinent correlation. We walk and experience walking and weather, light and colour. Rilke has it thus:
My eyes already touch the sunny hill
going far beyond the road i have begun
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp,
it has an inner light, even from a distance
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
jeudi 21 novembre 2019
oil on paper. 78x60cms
Climbing a track near to my home, a field becomes tilted, almost like a theatre set back drop. I often stand and watch the light and shadow move across it and now, at this time of year, just before ploughing, the edges blur with new growth. Everything shifts slightly, and then the plough slices it into sharp shapes once more.
I made these after a long walk, my regular walk by a field edge and on returning home they seemed the obvious thing to set down. Following these I went to the National Gallery in London in search of Thomas Jones and his paintings from Naples. For anyone interested, he was born in 1742 and made some remarkable paintings during his tour of Italy, quite unlike his work before or after.