Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Where does the time go? - SOLD

Acrylic on canvas, 10 x15 cm
I recently succumbed to the lure of a box of random mechanical watch parts. There are many fascinating tiny objects within; these are just a few of them.


Thursday, 6 October 2016

Man in a Tree (work in progress)

This one is going to change direction, but I quite like it as it is, for what it is (which isn't what is was meant to be).

It's based on one of a series of sketches of a friend who cheerfully agreed to climb a tree for the purposes of this picture:

Monday, 3 October 2016

Incongruous Lime

Incongrous Lime, 12 September 2016
Oil on canvas, 22 x 18"
This was a still life set up by a friend for a meeting of the brand new Clere Art Club. I have been wondering what sort of dish it would make - it all seems to go very well together until you notice the lime, which would no doubt be an interesting addition, but doesn't seem to be part of any well known recipes that include the rest of the ingredients.

Ground black pepper
Olive oil
Red pepper
Red onion
Tomato purée

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Artikinesis exhibition at Blakes Lock

Artikinesis at Blake's Lock began its run on Saturday. There have been quiet times (such as the time that I drew the exhibition hall, above), but there have also been very busy times, and it does seem as if the people who have come to see the exhibition so far have enjoyed it. So have at least some of the people who came to see the Turbine House itself, or who popped in from the adjacent restaurant, or who came to say hello to one of the artists.

Artikinesis at Blake’s Lock, Reading, RG1 3DH.
Open 10 to 6 daily until 30 September, 10 to 3 on the final day, 1 October.

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Rapunzel - a fairy tale painting in progress

 It's that time of year when family commitments mean that I don't get into the studio - or out in the field - much, and so it's been a little frustrating having a part-finished large work lurking in the studio.

Rapunzel is, of course, the well-know Brothers Grimm fairy tale. And it was a bit grim for the prince - when his night-visiting antics had been discovered by the witch, he got thrown down the tower into the thorns, which must have broken his fall because his only injury (a cruel one) seems to have been the loss of his eyesight.

This wasn't the end of the tale; he later recognises his love by the sound of her voice - she and her baby were turned out of the tower to roam the forest - and the little family lived happily ever after in the prince's court.

This image is not finished yet, and with the Artikinesis exhibition at Blake's Lock coming up less than a fortnight after the schools go back, it may be October before I raise a paintbrush at the prince and the tower again.