Hares

One of the joys of living in the countryside is walking in the early evening. If you are very lucky you might get to witness one of the simple wonders of life. The Hare, that most ancient and mythological of English creatures. Watching these magical creatures playing in a quiet corner of a field is mesmerizing, it is like listening to a lark ascending. They are shy creatures and so to see them is an honour. One evening my wife and I were sat on a five bar farm gate watching the sun slowly sink towards the horizon. Swallows were flitting about and we saw two Hares come right past the gate, for a moment they stopped and looked at us, then they continued on their way into the field and put on a show that was just a delight. They jumped over each other, boxed and played. It is a moment that we will never forget and these paintings a collaboration between Ce and I express the joy we felt that evening.

 

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Cats, Cats and more Cats

I like cats. We always had cats when I was growing up with names like Mrs Sippie, Whiskey, Tigger and Scripsit they hold an endless fascination. A bit like Chickens really, I could watch them all day. One cat of mine would sleep on my shoulders whilst I painted. I like their independence and their particular character and I never tire of painting them.

Scripture

In 2001-2  I was asked to work on the St. John’s Bible. It was the first handwritten and illuminated Bible produced sine the medieval period.  I was asked to develop several ideas for illuminations for the project none of which were used except for an illumination at the end of Acts of the Apostles.  I was disappointed but the sketches and notes I made have re surfaced from time to time and evolved into paintings.

 

Solstice and Landscapes

The English countryside is to me quite sublime. Coming from London to Dorset as a child was fantastic. My favourite month is May but there is nothing quite like the landscape of Wessex on a warm Summers evening. The light is golden and the shadows long. Back lit meadows and ancient hedgerows whisper of a millennia of harvests. Red moons and gold suns appear like old friends, comforting and familiar. Sitting in the realm of the Hare and the Badger bathed in golden hues one can consider one Blessed.

Cats, Cats and more Cats

I like cats. We always had cats when I was growing up with names like Mrs Sippie, Whiskey, Tigger and Scripsit they hold an endless fascination. A bit like Chickens really, I could watch them all day. One cat of mine would sleep on my shoulders whilst I painted. I like their independence and their particular character and I never tire of painting them.

Scripture

In 2001-2  I was asked to work on the St. John’s Bible. It was the first handwritten and illuminated Bible produced sine the medieval period.  I was asked to develop several ideas for illuminations for the project none of which were used except for an illumination at the end of Acts of the Apostles.  I was disappointed but the sketches and notes I made have re surfaced from time to time and evolved into paintings.

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Solstice and Landscapes

The English countryside is to me quite sublime. Coming from London to Dorset as a child was fantastic. My favourite month is May but there is nothing quite like the landscape of Wessex on a warm Summers evening. The light is golden and the shadows long. Back lit meadows and ancient hedgerows whisper of a millennia of harvests. Red moons and gold suns appear like old friends, comforting and familiar. Sitting in the realm of the Hare and the Badger bathed in golden hues one can consider one Blessed.

Hares

One of the joys of living in the countryside is walking in the early evening. If you are very lucky you might get to witness one of the simple wonders of life. The Hare, that most ancient and mythological of English creatures. Watching these magical creatures playing in a quiet corner of a field is mesmerizing, it is like listening to a lark ascending. They are shy creatures and so to see them is an honour. One evening I was sat on a five bar farm gate watching the sun slowly sink towards the horizon. Swallows were flitting about and I saw two Hares come right past the gate, for a moment they stopped and looked at me, then they continued on their way into the field and put on a show that was just a delight. They jumped over each other, boxed and played. It is a moment that I will never forget and these paintings express the joy I felt through colour.

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