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.

The Guitar Player

"The Guitar Player" is one of the few paper collages that began with something that wasn't an abstract form. I cut out the shape of the guitar and placed it on the paper. The head followed, as did hands, arms and feet. The hands then had to move with the strings on the guitar and the feet had to stomp and tap.

It had to vibrate with its own joyful sounds. It works because of the simplicity and plays for itself.
This is one of the pieces in my new show which will be held from 24-30 July at Howes Hall Gallery.

Lines: more consequences

One line also can change the whole piece. It is then impossible to stop - one must continue until the space speaks. Until it comes from nothing to something.

One line starts it and the next step is then made clear.

It could lead into error or into completion. It all starts with a line and its consequences.

The Abstract - just questions

Does our conscious mind insist on seeing something in an image? Anything at all? 

Is it a need to make sense of the world, or sense of our worlds?

More questions. No answers.

This is a landscape. There are trees with roots, wind, moon and what else? Does anyone see anything else?

Where Was I?

 The possibilities of form and movement seem endless.

Endlessly fascinating and endlessly different.

Each one with its own story.

Uncertain Ground

This painting shifted in concept and composition from my original idea. I continued my exploration of the subject, letting it lead me where it needed to go, letting go of my direction. The ambiguities in the composition speak of  uncertainties, in life and the physical geography of where we live. 

Uncertain Ground (acrylic on canvas 24" x 20")

Storms, tides, earthquakes, and other natural disasters erode convictions. Contemplating life and the mercurial changes around us, this painting speaks to me of the uncertainties of life.