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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barnaby’s garden & shed

As you will be aware I like to just paint. I am not conforming to any style, tradition but paint by instinct. I see something, I like it, I paint it. It really is that simple for me. These paintings developed a life of their own as I began to paint.  I saw a shed and it fascinated me, it’s shape and form. It was one of those sheds you find all over England.  Cobbled together with odds and ends and eccentric. This one was part of an old railway truck with corrugated tin covering it. The greenhouse was mine. I like greenhouses and sheds they have a particular smell and they offer a particular stillness.

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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barnaby’s garden & shed

As you will be aware I like to just paint. I am not conforming to any style, tradition but paint by instinct. I see something, I like it, I paint it. It really is that simple for me. These paintings developed a life of their own as I began to paint.  I saw a shed and it fascinated me, it’s shape and form. It was one of those sheds you find all over England.  Cobbled together with odds and ends and eccentric. This one was part of an old railway truck with corrugated tin covering it. The greenhouse was mine. I like greenhouses and sheds they have a particular smell and they offer a particular stillness.

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