Reluctant Spring

Feel the spring in a maritime landscape. It creeps on shore much like fog, or mist. There are glimpses of the warmth beyond the snow-melt, beyond the grey sky, beyond the wet, damp earth. These appear ever so slowly, agonizingly slowly, it sometimes seems.

Then the greening begins and with it the world.

Arial

The mysterious place. Not Aerial nor even Ariel. Neither soap powder, nor typeface; neither looking down from a flight, nor even Shakespeare or the ancient name for Jerusalem. Just a fullness of life-giving greens and indeterminate blues. The forms and origins are as unknown as the source of the movement in this place, to and from this mystery.

It leaves me wondering why I titled it that if it is not that, and if not that, then what? No, in its essence it is Arial; that was and is its name. Persistently so, annoyingly so. It insists on it.

Looking West

The end of the day.

Such a farewell.

Breaking Free

Are all the parts desperate to break away, or merely disparate bits of paper? Is it host to them or might this be no more than a paper chase? There is a sense of fumbling around here, without direction but with mistakes. How do we get from there to where we are?

Once the path becomes clear it all swoops away, released, like a swallow.

This is one of the pieces in my new show at Howes Hall Gallery, 24-30 July 2012.

Chef in Action

The title suggested itself; the circle became a head and the upward and downward movement in the centre of the piece represented the flurry of activity that is at the heart of the culinary profession. The Chef is multi-tasking; chopping and rolling and dicing, seasoning, tasting, trimming, sharpening and  yet staying calm

 -- all that fine stuff that goes on in kitchens.
This is one of the pieces in my new show at Howes Hall Gallery, 24-30 July 2012.