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.
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?
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.
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.
Size: 48 x 60cm | Oil on Canvas | SOLD
Our ancestors trekked through the vast emptiness of the land with ox wagons.
The island is a hand, like that of a hitch hiker’s with thumb leveled. This painting is a reminder that one should perhaps more often let go of the things that constrain us, in our movements, actions and thoughts.
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
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.
Size: 100 x 80cm | Oil on Canvas | SOLD This piece was painted during a particularly difficult year during which other avenues arrested my attention. Whenever I could escape into the studio for a […]