Sketch; pencil on paper.
A person standing and waiting at a bus stop, looking up the road and searching for the bus. Only the person, the bus stop and the pavement up to the curb can be seen, the rest of the paper is blank. Signs on the bus top’s pole shows that the route is the Number 65 to The Next One.
Oil on a huge square canvas.
A photo-realistic painting of a close-up of the face of a person who is staring into the middle-distance, their look on the cusp of turning from pensive to wonder.
Inspired by Issue #156 of The Red Hand Files.
Oil on canvas.*
The entire canvas is filled with a close-up of leaves on a horse chestnut tree shortly after the blossom has fallen. Varying shades of green and pools of light spread out and are punctuated by the very beginnings of conker encasements.
*Would work well as a GIF. Possibly with sound - or without, your mind would probably fill it in.
Dedicated to Richard Hornshaw, who seems to have felt much the same.
Oil on canvas. A figure stands in the centre of the (portrait) canvas, visible to just above the knees, their arms and hands at their side. The figure is in a city street scene with people and cars bustling behind them.
Hovering next to and surrounding their head, obscuring their face (from the bridge of their nose to just below the chin), is a pine wooden picket fence. At the centre of their forehead a remote cabin is pictured.
An image of you, your face fixed in a way that is different from how you are feeling within.
You inside a room with mirrors covering all four walls, the floor, the ceiling and the back of the door.
