Homeward Bound.

This painting is one of the nine that last week I hung in the local inn after the repainting of the dinning area.

I remember saying at the time that I was somewhat nervous about having so many of my paintings in one place and no other artist but me for people to view and critique.

In the first week I have had interest shown in this painting and positive enquires about two others. I have also had an email from Australia about a fourth of the nine.

This on is painted on a fairly large box canvas the painting carrying over the edges.

So it seems that maybe this little venture was not a meaningless one after all.


See my other blog for the import of the above statement. Chasing Meaningless Goals

At The Going Down Of The Sun

At  The Going Down Of The Sun

Normally I try to create bright happy paintings but for reasons beyond my control that is not the mood I was feeling when I began to paint this morning. Nevertheless this painting arrived on the canvas and it does make me feel content and pleased that this is what happened.

I walk often along the coastal path, at other times I run along it. My love of this part of the world is such that I find myself walking it at all kinds of hours of the night. IN the late evening there always comes a magical 15 minutes or so when everything takes on a very different hue. I walked the path the other night and the dark colours seemed to whisper to me. I have tried so hard to recreate the feeling of that moment I hope I have in  some small way.

From a Distance

Not far from where I live there is a very sandy beach. When the tide is out it seems as if the sand stretches for miles. One day I was returning from a rather hectic morning in court (I was on the bench not in the dock) along the top road. There was a beautiful soft hue to the sky, yet it was midday. I pulled the car over and allowed the tension of the morning slip away as I savoured the scene spread out before me. I could see in the far distance two people walking on the sand, small almost invisible. I imagined them with their shoes in their hands the moist sand between their toes. It was a very calming feeling.

But it also reminded me of this great vast universe of wonder and beauty. We have choices, we either enjoy or we destroy it. It was a very precious moment.

I came home and without waiting to change threw a canvas on my easel and in great haste tried to capture not only the moment but the feeling. I still have a spot of paint on my suit that will forever remind me of the creation of this painting. It hangs in my painting space, but I have a very good friend who loves it. He will never offer to buy it but one day soon I will give it to him.



This blog is connected to the blog where I share my thoughts for the day where this art is used it can be seen at:-The Search for the Holy Man

Coming Home to Roost

This painting was used with the thought, Growing and Misfortune. The painting depicts a part of the coastal path just as the dawn arrives the birds coming home to roost for the night. It is a reminder that each day come and goes as surely as the sun rises and sets. Whether we are here or not this daily cycle will continue.

This painting was on a very large canvas painted using acrylic. It was one of those painting I had painted and thought was not going to sell. Just at the time I was considering using the canvas again I had two people interested in purchasing it and it is now in a private collection in England.

The thought that I used this painting with can be seen at :-  Growing and Misfortune