#067: The Eternal, Ever-Changing, Oil Painting

A collection of photographs of clouds in the sky during the day.  

The photographs have been submitted by the artist and volunteer contributors around the world to a website where they are vetted* and added to an ever-growing slideshow for continual projection in a gallery and on a page of the website; as well as forming an instagram account.

*Each photograph must be entirely composed of a sky somewhere in the world - no buildings or landscapes may be visible; the sun, wildlife and flying vehicles are permissible, as are cloudless photos that show more than one colour in the sky.

#066: The Meeting

An exhibition of displays made up of notebooks.  Each display features all of the notebooks used in a single meeting, giving the viewer a chance to compare and contrast the doodles created during it.

#065: Will the rebirth happen soon?

A GIF showing people on a city street dying and rotting away to nothing as the buildings and street also start to decay and reduce to nothing before grass, flowers and trees grow from the ruins and a new species of human appears.

#064: Placecard (In want of an idea)

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.

#063: On the edge of imagination

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.

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Inspired by Issue #156 of The Red Hand Files.

#062: My oldest obsession

 A wall clock.

#061: Calming view, Summer 2021 (Gone)

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.