Saturday, 29 January 2011

This Morning

It's a strange place to be when someone you love has died but the funeral has not yet happened.I have been doing alot of thinking,dreaming,painting and looking...looking intently at things I   may have missed.
When I was looking  this morning I noticed I had placed a painting in a spot in the living room that it seemed to relate to all the objects around it.
Have a look..The lower painting is mine,the one above it is painted by Jean Barham.
She had a studio in Greenwich right on the river Thames by the house I lived with my parents, we moved in when I was nine.
I was facinated by Jean she died a few years ago now but was painting and making right until the end of her life.
The vase I have had  for a while but had never looked at the coloured trangles like I did this morning.

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

The Ship

The Ship

What is dying?
I am standing on the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come
down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, “There!  She is gone!”
Gone?  Gone where?
Gone from my sight – that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my
side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
“There!  She is gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take
up the glad shout, “There!  She comes!”
And that is dying.

This week is a very sad one.

Thursday, 20 January 2011

I had an idea some time ago that I thought could be really interesting, I wanted to ask people who had one of my paintings to photograph it in it's new enviroment.
This week I was emailed this picture (whithout even asking) and I was delighted to recieve it.