This is a detail of a collagraph print I made in the nineties. It's posted now to mark the Enlightenment of the Buddha which is celebrated on the Full Moon of May. The text is a haiku by the poet Ryokan.
Friday, 11 May 2012
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Narcissi
Continuing to experiment with digital finger painting: another drawing from observation made on the iPad
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Simhamukha Spring 2012

Here is a recent sketch of the Lion headed dakini. The pictorial space with its ambiguities is an important element of the "otherness" of the image. The layering, and swirling marks are intended to give a sense of dance and movement.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Blue teapot
Sunday, 1 January 2012
Friday, 16 December 2011
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Firebird takes wing.
A fleeting image appearing during contemplation of Fire in the Six Element practice. The drawing is a very quick and tiny sketch. It is a much smaller picture than you are seeing on your screen. I made it sitting in a tent in a Norfolk garden on Saturday.
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Aviary of WIld Flying Thoughts
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White bird on Dark Background |
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Birds soaring upwards |
Labels:
bird,
drawing,
flight,
flying,
gouache,
imagination,
Japanese,
landscape,
mythic,
painting,
pastel,
sky
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Sailing the WInd 2
Here is another picture. There is a bird sailing the wind but the picture is not really meant to be a figurative painting. It is an image of air and space and light. The background landscape holds ambiguities of water, mountains, islands, forest or other possibilities to engage the viewers imagination. The bird's destination is a mystery.
Saturday, 17 September 2011
Sailing the WInd
Today I made a picture of a bird sailing the wind.
Watching the seagulls, I was reminded of the work of Peter Lanyon and Georges Braque.
Have you ever watched a gull ride the thermals? Here is Peter Lanyon's painting of a thermal http://bit.ly/r8q30H so evocative of Cornwall's coast with its currents and sea mists, so expressive of Lanyon's strong feeling for the elements. I imagine it as a record of his experience of gliding on the winds. I shall never forget how he was to die tragically in a gliding accident four years after he completed this picture.
A bird flies through Braque's studio http://bit.ly/qHlkar. It comes from a series of late paintings which are amongst my all time favourites for their spatial sophistication and complexity.
On the ceilings of the Louvre Braque's birds fly. They are framed by a 16th century richly carved ceiling. There is an apparent simplicity to the design. I admire his masterful handling of space and form. Here is a sketch he made for this http://bit.ly/nL7Ffz and here the context which frames them.http://bit.ly/paB1FP
Watching the seagulls, I was reminded of the work of Peter Lanyon and Georges Braque.
Have you ever watched a gull ride the thermals? Here is Peter Lanyon's painting of a thermal http://bit.ly/r8q30H so evocative of Cornwall's coast with its currents and sea mists, so expressive of Lanyon's strong feeling for the elements. I imagine it as a record of his experience of gliding on the winds. I shall never forget how he was to die tragically in a gliding accident four years after he completed this picture.
A bird flies through Braque's studio http://bit.ly/qHlkar. It comes from a series of late paintings which are amongst my all time favourites for their spatial sophistication and complexity.
On the ceilings of the Louvre Braque's birds fly. They are framed by a 16th century richly carved ceiling. There is an apparent simplicity to the design. I admire his masterful handling of space and form. Here is a sketch he made for this http://bit.ly/nL7Ffz and here the context which frames them.http://bit.ly/paB1FP
Saturday, 27 August 2011
Friday, 29 July 2011
Cornish Unicorn
I'm re posting an old favourite for the collaborative artists project Buried Treasure that invites art bloggers to go into the depths of their blogs and dig for buried treasure and repost an old favourite. This picture emerged during time spent in a solitary caravan in Cornwall in April 2008, a place full of myth and magic where one might imagine Merlin appearing from the mists.
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