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.
