
Dances on Words
Words are not empty symbols. A kind word can heal and uplift the spirit. The same tongue can leave a scar deeper than a daggers’. Size: 76 x 60cm | Oil on Canvas | SOLD
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Words are not empty symbols. A kind word can heal and uplift the spirit. The same tongue can leave a scar deeper than a daggers’. Size: 76 x 60cm | Oil on Canvas | SOLD
Size: 120 x 100cm | Oil on Canvas | SOLD Do angelic beings dwell among us? This idea sprang from a dream and I could not resist the temptation to depict a cherub in a […]
A lot can be uttered on this topic. This painting explores the mystery of why two, related, transient beings, often observe a shared reality to have different confines.
Throughout the early years of my wandering as an artist, when I did a lot of work in pencil and ink, a little rowboat like this often featured. It was never the main object. Always just a subtle presence.
Size: 48 x 60cm | Oil on Canvas | SOLD
I can never contemplate Adam and Eve and the tree of knowledge without Newton. Don’t we all gravitate towards the apple, the question, the why, in much the same way as we cling to earth. And what’s wrong with seeking our own truth?
This painting is purely a tribute to the vastness of our beautiful world and its Maker. Painted in 2009, this was the first canvas of this size in my career. At the same time I crossed a new threshold: Sufficient command of skill to eliminate tension in the execution. I could relax, and the vast landscape could just flow straight from imagination and the unconscious.
We see empires rise and fall. We remember and uphold some remarkable men and women, great leaders of their time; fierce individuals. We forget the slave, the peasant, the worker, the men and women on whose backs all empires were built.
a moment of clarity, wherein all make sense as a coherent whole. Somewhere between free will and destiny, two forces battle for sovereignty. What we perceive as our reality is perhaps the dust kicked up by this eternal battle, beautifully tinted by the setting sun. Sometimes free will wins, sometimes destiny, but for the most part they’re inseparably intertwined in their fiery tango.
Driven by an acute awareness of the definitive termination of his short stroll on the planet, and driven simultaneously by a restless thirst for power and control and a burning desire to explore