Monday 29 November 2021

#079: The Power of Words (?)

A white canvas that features one line of simple black lettering: 

What do you sea?

Monday 22 November 2021

#078: Relief

Watercolour of a figure walking along a beach, looking ahead.  The tide is out and the flat sand extends to the horizon.  Beyond the figure, the sunlight is reflecting off the wet sand, giving the impression that there are large patches of golden water beneath the clear blue sky.

A simple frame surrounds the picture.  Along its bottom edge is engraved: “that tranquil moment / when it all comes together. / the space that opens.”

The figure is me.


Monday 15 November 2021

#077: The Sunday Afternoon Flood

Oil on canvas.  A view of the concourse at London Euston Station on a Sunday afternoon.  

A large crowd is spread out across the wide space.  

A few people are moving toward, or from, the ticket office at the left hand side, for refreshment at the right hand side, or heading towards WHSmiths, but no one at this point is heading to or from the platforms.

The vast majority of people, standing on their own or in small groups, with bags at their feet are looking up at the board of destinations, waiting for their platform number to appear.

Monday 8 November 2021

#076: Frozen Puddles

Oil on canvas.  View at Maidstone East Station of people waiting for the London train (on Platform 1) in the late autumn, early morning, gloaming.  

They are variously looking down at the ground, their phone, or a book, magazine or paper.  The occasional person is either staring up the track searching for a light in the tunnel; or into the distance across the tracks, possibly watching people on the opposite platform.


Of course, when things go wrong, the scene is very different.  That's when people talk to each other.

Monday 1 November 2021

#075: The River Across Joiner Street

Oil on canvas.  A painting of the view looking along Joiner Street during a morning rush hour.  A constant river of people flow between the main London Bridge station to the underground station.  One sole commuter stands watching, waiting for their chance to cross through the stream and carry on along the street.