S i l k s a r t

A c r y l i c s

A selection of oh so many paintings.
Always an exploration, always an abstraction
finding presence and meaning through
creation and time.

The sea and the green of growth
being the reminder that this planet
is Natures gift and her dominance is the call
to order of our disconnected presence.

The life series is ongoing like its title.
All the words used with pictures are written
by myself.

Seascape

An acrylic on cotton canvas now living in Seaford,

a most appropriate home.

Wave

An acrylic on cotton canvas residing in southern France

Tide

An acrylic on cotton canvas residing in southern France

Flow

An acrylic on cotton canvas residing in southern France

Life series

Long thoughts lying peacefully,

fresh questions finding voice.

Life series

Old honesty shaking off dust , pieces of a whole which cannot remain dormant.

Life series

Here grows an urgency

a chance to halt a wave.

Life series

Now , no matter what the cost,

life and love over profit and loss

Life series

Traces of something better still linger on

discarded scraps of the past.

Language with depth and promise

supported by firm intentional foundations.

Life series

Puddles of poverty turning to lakes,

puddles full of political fakes.

Puddles of reason thrown to the floor,

puddles of profit, more and more.

Puddles of plastic , long after we've gone,

puddles reflecting that we got it wrong.

Life series

Sunshine in time to amble,

moonlight enough to dream,

time in a place without reference,

comfort in clarities hand.

One and another together,

sharing the space they create,

each as a part of the other, as love, as luck , as fate.

Life series

In time , all comes around,

often obviously and occasionally out of the blue.

This circular process is natural, it is life in action, it is continuity.

Life series

Time to find the time, as if time was lost or hiding.

A moment which becomes longer without intention, one of those let it go spaces we never make often enough but deserve much more.

Days without rules becoming nights which find mornings too quickly.

The warp and the weft, interwoven concepts and experience, answers before questions find a mouth to ask them.

Time is moving faster than perception, facts outpacing realisation as they pull away from any chance to respond.

The warp and the weft unravels  faster every day.

Life series

There is a dark shadow ,with threatening rumbles , brewing slowly, like a storm cloud on the horizon.


Little by little it's presence gathers,
can you feel it , weighing ever heavy on the unstable and fragile normality of these,
our days.

When it breaks this storm will rip the safety nets humanity relies on,
turn fresh futures sour to leave an unprecedented world order,
the final hand in the game of money and destructive egomaniacal greed.

In retrospect the new reality will fall short, it's broken debris littering history.
Hold tight , believe in something better, stand up for the humanity we should and could have been.

Life series

Patience waiting as ever she is want to do. Offering opportunity a chance or. two. 
Holding back the urge to forcefully act, in favour of change or some possible pact. 

Cards on the table , money as Trump,
patience is steady ,unwilling to jump .

Here in the hubub the future is blurred,
the cries of the masses ripple unheard .

This is the fall of the freedoms held dear,
constitutional cnaos , collapse and fear.

Finally, caution , thrown to the floor ,
decency rises, can take no.more .

How this plays out is the joker in the pack , winners and losers ,no going back .

Life series

The normality never stops , as if the undercurrent of collapse were a television series . Some watch with interest while others barely know it's name . Ordinary people living ordinary lives on this another Sunday .

Shadows in the sunshine , the darkness of debt and uncertainty. 
High street closures ,dominoes falling in a game no one is playing by choice.

These are difficult times but not a normality or common occurrence .
These times are something more, carry a darker truth ,a presence which weighs heavy.

The road ahead is uneven ,the signage harder to read though the language is unchanged. 

There is a reality forming which questions everything about being who and what we are. A truth which will not go away ,a battle we must have the courage to fight .

A new dawn is coming ,another way to be or not to be ,for each of us there is a choice ,a chance .

Life series

Untold tales in heads which know not they are present . 
Stories lying in wait to be found and shared . 
These are the words carried through the years , unintentional travellers calling nowhere home .

Words without purpose or placement or partners . Lacking the sentence which brings them to life .
Language falls short of expressive emotion , stumbling through tear puddles, loaded with fear. 

Life series

It's windy rustling on a sunny Autumn day, fall of colours ,spiralling sycamore seed and chestnut brown conker drop .

It's gust swells and turning midair, lifting, drifting, cleaning as she blows, heart shaped lime leaves yellowing curl.

It's blow by blow until all is gone , until skeletal bastions grace the lines, waiting , till spring once more brings life, another day in another year.

Life series

Today trickles November , through yellow memories of summer warmth, now russet rambling crunch and crinkle in amber tones washed wide in a leaf strewn skyline.
Golden stalks shelter mushroom gatherings,
parasols piercing grassland shadows
 squirrels hiding hoarded harvest watchful nervous diggers toil.

Skeletal treescape, naked , windswept.

Life series

So we plant trees, with children and in groups we gather,

smiling, to dig small holes. 


Townships and villages, urban suburbia , each playing their part to put things right.

The numbers keep growing as whips become saplings and fields and hillsides turn slowly into woods.

Hedgerows and forest take hold and are nurtured as ever more money for plantings takes hold.

The world watches in wonder as celebrities gather,
photographing their help and well meaning intent.

But elsewhere and everywhere life just keeps rolling , consumer addiction and waste production , offsetting behaviour patterns, less is more, more or less .

The sunshine is hotter, the rainfall is heavier, flooding and famine are common ground and little by little the weather is news, everyday, all over the world .

As climate change becomes the new commodity it becomes a part of normal and less of a threat .