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What a funny old day

All good things come to an end
Graphic pen on paper, 148 x 105mm
This is from a series I drew late last year and sums up today: A funny old day sailing in a sea of oddness towards the next thing

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The colour of the sky 26.01.2010

The colour of the sky on this January evening in Shropshire is the same as the sea in this Normandy beach picture I painted last year - luminous lilac and blue with pink underneath 




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Lizard in a dress [2]

105 x 148mm
Acrylic and pen on board
Now sold.
One of those I loved so I will need to make a new lizard in a new dress.

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Backwards painting: Unreachable [still]

Acrylic on cotton canvas
38 x 50cm

It's backwards painting because this painting has been evolving since I painted the other two Unreachable images in November and throughout the lake paintings and meanwhile the lakes have become more abstracted...hmmm

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Lake [9]

The lake paintings are becoming more abstracted and seem to be talking a circular route back to the November 2009 Unreachable paintings 

This painting as the previous ones are based upon the photographic works of Lake Geneva by Helmut Arthur @StampfliTurci on twitter

Acrylic on cotton canvas 

50 x 38cm




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John Donne, Meditation XVII

Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill as that he knows not it tolls for him. And perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does, belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that head which is my head too, and ingraffed into that body, whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me; all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again, for that library where every book shall lie open to one another; as therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come; so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness.

There was a contention as far as a suit (in which, piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled) which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell, that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours, by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him, that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute, that that occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? But who takes off his eye from a comet, when that breaks out? who bends not his ear to any bell, which upon any occasion rings? But who can remove it from that bell, which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?

No man is an island. entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbors. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did; for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath afflicion enough, that is not matured and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current moneys, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell that tells me of his affliction, digs out, and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another's danger, I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security.

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Warmth [Lake 8]


Acrylic and gesso on cotton canvas
50cm x 38cm 

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Lake [7]

Painted from a photograph by Helmut Arthur, @stampfliturci on twitter. A view on Lake Geneva at Pully http://tinyurl.com/y9teh75
Thank you again to Helmut for inspiration

200 x 300mm, acrylic and textured medium on cotton canvas

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Small lake [6]

This is a very small painting from Helmut Arthur - @StampfliTurci on Twitter's pics of Lake Geneva, made with layers of gesso and paint wet on wet and more gesso, it's been scanned as taking a photo didn't get the texture at all. 

148 x 105mm
Acrylic paint and gesso on cotton canvas

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Lake [5]

The photos by @StampfliTurci are so beautiful and there is so much to take from them so until they are out of my brain I suspect there will be more pics of Pully which is on Lac Léman (Lake Geneva in English).

210 x 300mm Acrylic paint on cotton canvas

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