Its a slow old Friday

TITLE: Cactus
IMAGE SIZE: 720 X 3755 mm
PAPER SIZE: 2970 X 4200 mm (A3)
MEDIUM: Giclée Print
EDITION: 25
DATE: 2005
PRICE: 1200 euros

Miserable, grey overhanging cloud.

It has slowed everything down.

I can't upload to the Saatchi Gallery site

(as I'm most keen to do).

So, instead I try to gain solace from 'good stuff'.

Not as in B52's (unfortunately),

but, as in images previously taken, but not uploaded.

Don't ask me why.

Now I know what Georgia O'Keeffe was seeing

TITLE: Bright Poppy
IMAGE SIZE: 2637 X 3699 mm
PAPER SIZE: 2970 X 4200 mm (A3)
MEDIUM: Giclée Print
EDITION: 25
DATE: 2005
PRICE: 2000 euros


Cut away all the clutter.
Concentrate on what you want to show.


Don't forget to click on this image if you want to see it really big.

Invitation to pole dance.

TITLE: Invitation to pole dance
IMAGE SIZE: 2637 X 3699 mm
PAPER SIZE: 2970 X 4200 mm (A3)
MEDIUM: Giclée Print
EDITION: 25
DATE: 2005
PRICE: 1600 euros

Dead centre it lay,
balanced by equal portions of light and dark -
its where Dianna may dance at night.
Under the stars,
to attract those gnomes and elves
of the more than concrete persuasion.

Loch Ness it 'aint.

TITLE: Camden
IMAGE SIZE: 2192 X 3785 mm
PAPER SIZE: 2970 X 4200 mm (A3)
MEDIUM: Giclée Print
EDITION: 25
DATE: 2005
PRICE: 1500 euros

Getting away from the punks and wierdos for a moment,
this ancient portal cuts through the flow,
portraying glass and palette-effect with equal ease.
Victorian wrought iron, brick and cobble-stones
put it's age into perspective.

Ant's Refectory

From high in the Museum's sky
I spy
Hungry little ants noshing
Is this a portrait...ah, a group portrait
Posing, as they eat
Between mouthfulls I freeze 'em.

River Cale

A peaceful Sunday.
Strolling by the riverside.
Parents, kids, dogs in the park.
Birds on the wing.
Water bubbling over the miniature wier.
Ducks, where are you?

Riverside

Ooh, sooo pretty.

Pretty in pink.

Wincanton beauty spot

Huh, just as I was feeling as though there would
never be any light in the UK, along comes a little tiny,
bitsy hole in the clouds.
Patience.
Its all about patience.

Late winter sky

In Portugal I could travel any day and get a scene,
or subject with good light.
Here in the UK you grab any opportunity you can.
No matter where.
Trind and find something shootable.
Gimme light man.

Monet's palette

Well, maybe not quite blue enough.
I'll try harder.

And even more Monet

With cows.

More Monet

Yeah, I know..... in my dreams.

Lilly pads

Monet seems to haunt me.
I copy Impressionism.
I find water lillies.
His work goes on show in Paris
and I can only nod from afar.
Then he reaches out to me again,
at a village fair I purchase a book of his work.
"Follow me, follow me."
Yes, me old china.
I'm trying to.

Why did the duck cross the bridge?

He was tired of paddling obviously.

Stourhead

Yes, I know it is National Trust Property.
Just look at the splendour.
The view, the perspective, the balance.
Perfection.

A fault in the symmetry

I would have loved this image to have been perfectly symmetrical.
But the word isn't, so why should anything else be?
Even my Persian rugs at home have tiny imperfections purposely woven into them.
For only God can create symmetry.
And if he helped create this small patch of garden, he must know where the symmetry lies.

Like, what sign man?

I didn't use the side gate.
I used the front gate.
That's where I wanted to be,
damn it.

Corrugate me

Ripples. Shimmers.
Black heat in the spring's sun.
Baking it's occupants.
Who needs a stove?

Barns

If you have a garage it rarely contains what it was designed for.
The Porsche sits in the driveway, for all to gawp and drool.
Inside your garage is your depository of toys.
Mowers to Tonka, eight track to vhs.
Flares to drainpipes.
Long boards to PSP.
In the countryside its no different.
Clapped out tractors, rusty gates, seized milking machines.
That's what barns are for.

Back streets

Believe it or not this is someone's back, outside wall.
They never see it.
Poor them.
But, who knows what lies beyond - if this side is so good?

Its all about texture.

Stones, grass, leaves, bark, shade.
Texture overlaid upon texture,
creating new designs and patterns.

Come hither

Come, walk this way.
Discover what I have to offer.
My teenage mind yearns
to clamber trees,
peer from the foliage and
be amazed at new perspectives.
It longs to venture to the point,
where they may be no return.
But then, maybe not.

Another spring surprise

This blaze of colour,
these blossoms brightening our sometimes dull existence,
the scents shouting attention to the bees.
How can man's dreary creations compare?

Gingerbread House Garden

I let my garden go wild - wild in the country. My neighbour thinks I need to cut the grass, but manicured lawns are not the way for me. Slowly, blade by blade, nature reveals herself to me, so that we can plan together.

A slice through parklands

The whole picture can be too much. Or, not enough. Edit away the distraction and find the essence of the image.

On Camelot

Fair damsel where hidest thou - beyond this tree where Arthur oft sat and pondered? Methinks not, but, alack and alas I dream on.