Inspired as it apparently is by Rilke’s use of space as a metaphor of sound; the play of inside and out, full and empty, rearing lines and chambered orifices seems a blatant jargon of contemporary counterbalance.
An element of medieval primitivism, intended to convey a dimension of transcendent expression, fusing with a gestural convergence.
Ms. Pennington Is Late
Michelle: Succumbed
A digression of consequence, liberated by personal contact.
The portrayed characteristics of a particularly essential topographical sense, can reveal a formal stillness and repose allied to an unemphatic surface.
Facts apprehended by intuition, fortified by the extreme benignity and sanctified understanding which manifests on social occasions.
It’s really down to making, or attempting to make a deliberate synthesis [...]
A Private Felicity
In many ways the emotional potential which exists, latent and unrealized by manipulating medium is…that’s not it.
Long before it is clear that something quite unique is expected, moments of crisis are frequent and intense, decisions are often irrevocable, and have a tragic quality not often paralleled in conventional associations of consistently oblique references to an [...]
Simone At The Studio
For a long while I led a double life at the easel. Some of my oil paintings were straightforward investigations of the motif before me – took an eternity to produce, and passages of real lyrical beauty alternated with others patently bizarre or macabre.
Concurrently, I would be working on elaborate figurative subjects: half-dream, half-reality, where [...]
Ambiguity’s Mistress (detail)
Nourished by a strong sense of archetypal human drama – projecting a symbolic sensation of heightened vision.
An encounter which has not precluded an alternative passion for extreme purity of expression.
A subdued and oblique paraphrase of nature.
It’s Never What You Expect
An unexpected visit, results in an unintended painting, that now sits drying next to the sofa. So it’s down to a planned idea or capturing the activities of existence along one’s trajectory. Freewill or predestination? – and where the hell did I put her number?
