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Dark Side of the Siren
The Sea - Siren, defined throughout history as a dangerous, beautiful woman, yet the beauty is but a façade hiding the destructiveness within her. She prowls upon and brings down her prey, but what and who brought her to this?……. Rage? Revenge? Sorrow? Sadness? Fear? Friend? Enemy? Or lover ? …… You decide.
Myth or reality?
If we are truthful and face the mirror, there is empathy, for she is within us all.
If we turn away for fear of what will confront us, then we are lost!
Autumnal Earth
Though Summer born, I have always favoured Autumn. The electrifying intensity of a glorious palette, visual delight, and sanguine mood are all magnificent in their united defiance , whilst yet holding a melancholic last breath for the bleakness to come.
Hues of Colour, Earthly life, Harvest Moon, and the life - giving Sun …. Elements of Autumn.
Did I Dream or Was I There?
A balmy evening, pebbly
beach, summer sea, and a silent moon watched as it
sailed across the horizon.
Memories. We store them in our minds - eye to revisit
and share.
His Pomfret Lover
Designed
for
the
Liquorice
and
Allsorts
Exhibition
at
Pontefract
,
this
was
Inspired
by
John
Betjemans’
poem
‘The
Liquorice
Fields
at
Pontefract‘.
Creating
this
portrait
of
the lover he wrote of meeting was irrisistable.
He
speaks
of her ‘sulky lips’, and her ‘blazing
eyes’ and of being her ‘captive slave‘, but most
tellingly she was his ‘red - haired robber
chief’ who captured him with ‘flaming ropes
of hair’….a titian - haired siren indeed!
Winter Messenger
a
The Robin - a darting messenger of Winter cheer.
Autumn Seed
The Dandelion seed, ethereal and tenacious, rooted in the Autumn soil, waiting.
Icons - evoking memories, invoking hope.
Forgiven
Skin is a façade that holds our lives within, for without it we would surely die. It is a shape - shifting form that knows no beginning, no end. Relentlessly renewing with no rest and no thanks. Why then, whilst we tattoo, pierce, burn, choke, stretch, incise and scar ourselves in the eternal quest for beauty does it forgive us?
Horizons
A slice of landscape alluding to sea, sand, land, and sky in quintessential harmony
Spring Fling
a
Spring. A time of renewal, regrowth and regeneration.
Whirling water, spiralling fish and a swirling sun give vitality, hope, and expectation of life.
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