THIS THING CALLED LOVE.

THIS THING CALLED LOVE. Who can tell us what it is this thing called love, who can tell us where to go to find it? Who can break the bonds that wrap the heart, who can cut the ropes that bind it?   How come all our feelings are so hard to see, when they…

THE ARAB SPRING THING

THE ARAB SPRING THING. 20 x 20 cm. Mixed Media on Card. 2012. Whatever Happened to the Arab Spring? We still have refugees fleeing Syria for camps with no proper sanitation, children who have seen their parents butchered before their eyes, rapes on top of busses in India, daily shootings of innocent people in Washington…

NEWSAGENTS

Matchbox Series No.13 Mixed Media and Acrylic on Canvas. 2013 This is one of a new series using matchbox labels as a starting point for paintings. “Creativity is intelligence having fun”. Albert Einstein.

THE FUTURE YOU.

Sometimes we all come to a standstill in our creative lives, we doubt where we are going, or if we are going anywhere at all, and always we fear for what will come next. Sometimes the past gets in the way; after all it is made up of all our struggles, successes and failures, our aspirations and…

Patchwork on furniture by F G Davis.

You can see this retro 1930’s collaged dressing table when you come to visit my home in the DEVON OPEN STUDIOS fortnight. Though it’s patchwork tag is less than inspiring, It is in reality a triumph of craft and art combined, for sale to you (at ridiculously affordable Devon prices). Fabrics were used for this…

F G DAVIS DEVON OPEN STUDIOS SEPTEMBER 2013

            DEVON OPEN STUDIOS. September 2013. F G Davis at home. Manor Mead, 2A Laureston Rd, Newton Abbot. Visit the artist in his Devon home, see his artwork and studio. Dates: Sunday 8th Sept. 11am-6pm.            Monday 9th Sept. 11am-6pm.            Thursday 12th Sept. 11am-8pm.            Friday 13th Sept. 11am-6pm.            Sunday 15th Sept. (…

STONE

This poem was written today about the inequalities in society, a reminder perhaps that though our lives are relatively comfortable plenty of others are not,and that if we persist in taking no responsibility and ignoring the cries for help by so many, we run the risk of losing our own privileges which we take so…

NEST

This poem is about our naïve belief that we can do something to protect ourselves from the forces of nature. Our desire to build a wall around ourselves in our homes, to keep the nasty things that can happen out. However we try we are pretty powerless, but that doesn’t mean we should stop trying.…