REACHING FOR THE UNBORN CHILD. Going back to the womb, examining the scan, finding out just who you were before your life began. What became of unborn you before life took its toll? Where now the child that saw the wonder of it all? Now cynical, now clinical, now sadly worldly wise, we can only…
A faded photograph from the 50s and a more recent poem about turning into dad. THE MAN IN GREY. I’m becoming the man that my father was, becoming the man in grey, and all the colours I wore in my youth are slowly fading away. I’m becoming the man that my father was, I once…
This piece has been one of the most popular in my current exhibition of the Labels Series in Teignmouth. I used part of the cardboard box which came with a six bottle pack of Mexican beer as a starting point for this mixed media piece. The layering of acrylic is typical of the 65 works…
See this piece and others from the LABELS SERIES. At the TAAG Gallery, 2nd to 8th November 2013. 4/5 Northumberland Place, Teignmouth. PRIVATE VIEW: 2nd November 6-9. All welcome.
JUST IN TIME. I found you just in time, before you came my time was running low, I was lost, the loosing dice were tossed, my bridges all were crossed, no-where to go; but oh that magic feeling nowhere to go, oh that magic feeling nowhere to go. Boy, you have to carry that weight,…
WHERE YOU ARE NOW. Where you are now you may well ask, how did you lose those people that you loved? appreciated far too late? just casualties of some dark fate? with memories of bad and good, like castles with sentries made of steel and stone and wood. Mistakes, regrets and all those things are…
Sometimes we have to take a day off and stay in the warm. This work includes a note to that effect.
BRAVE NEW WORLD. Once there was a vision of a brave new world, the Elmhursts made it real, in that short space between the wars. the future was revealed. A new way to educate and fix all the pain of the past, making a modernist utopia, after the first wars blast. A state of enlightenment,…
LIVING ON THE HIGH WIRE. You’re walking a tightrope over the street, people look up and say, just one slip and he loses his grip, I don’t want to clear the mess away. You’re running from strangers dressed in black, you can’t seem to get away, you just hope that you get lost in the…
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