Friday, May 12, 2017
Friday, April 28, 2017
|Oil Barrels in Umraniye|
“the sense that in this universe we are treated as strangers, the longing to be acknowledged, to meet with some response, to bridge some chasm that yawns between us and reality, is part of our inconsolable secret.” C.S. Lewis
Which is all to say that when beauty leaps out at you from forgotten corner it’s all the more gratifying.
I spent a few hours in Yeniköy, Istanbul the other day. The sky was cloudless, the breeze was slight, the spring sun was gentle and the car park attendant was full of smiles. I mentioned to him that working on the shores of the Bosphorus next to one of the most beautiful stretches of water in the world can’t be a bad thing and he smiled. It was probably a different story a few weeks ago in Istanbul’s notoriously cold damp March weather but he looked at one with the world.
Watercolour on 600 gm paper.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
If anyone is in London in April two of my works are hanging in the Royal Institute of Painters in Water Colours 205th Exhibition from the 6 to 22 April 2017.
The private view is on the 5th April and I can get you an invitation if you contact me. If you'd like to attend any other time I can get you in free, just email me and I'll send you the necessary invitation.
The above is not one of the works being exhibited, but as always, it's for sale.
Contact me on firstname.lastname@example.org if you're interested.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
My obsession with industrial debris is reaching fever pitch at the moment. I discovered a place where sheet steel is lazer cut. The offcuts are enchanting! Yes, I know, no-one will hang this on their wall, so I keep getting told. All the same I'm following my artistic instincts!
Of course, it you'd like to hang it on your wall don't hesitate to contact me.
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Sunday, December 4, 2016
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge |&| shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast with ah! bright wings.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Watercolour on 600gm paper
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
It's been a busy month. Setting up an Arts association here in the city of Istanbul has proven to be an interesting experience. There's nothing like grappling with officialdom to get to know a country and culture just that little but more. The approval for our application came through at the beginning of October and we've been getting utilities set up since.
So it's just in the last week or so I've been able to turn my mind to the work of painting. The Kurşunlu Han near the waterfront at Karaköy still brings me much inspiration and is a break from the rusted pieces of metal that usually inspire me. The old Karvansaray apparently has Byzantine roots and its second floor is attributed to Mimar Sinan the most well known of Ottoman architects. Over the years I've painted a lot of this particular place, maybe one day we could try a pop-up exhibition there.
Watercolour on 600 gm paper