Thumbnail study for Epilogue
Thumbnail study for Epilogue
Follow the link to the Amazon website to pre-order your copy of The Guga Stone
The book will be available from Luath Press from July 1st 2013
Frontispiece map for The Guga Stone.
Sketchbook study for Whalefall
Working on a sequence of images as part of my Birds, Beasts and Flowers
collaborationwith South African born poet Isobel Dixon.
The images are also going to be included as part of a reading by Isobel
of a short selection of the poems from the project,
at the Out Of The Debris event at Rich Mix, London on the 21st of February
Working studio for Whalefall - The Trickle Down Effect
Birds, Beasts and Flowers
Poetry & Art Collaboration with poet Isobel Dixon
Over the next few months I will be developing and creating artworks in collaboration with poet isobel Dixon,
on the theme of Birds, Beasts and Flowers, inspired my the work of D.H. Lawrence.
Many creatures, including Whales, Snakes, Bats, Cherne and Fish destined to be Japanese sashimi
will come under the scrutiny of poet and artist.
Watch out for further post on The Net Mender over the next few months.
For further information on Isobel’s wonderful poetry, click on this link to visit her website.
I recently received some photographs from Cyndy Sugawara, an Art teacher based in San Fransisco.
Her 8th Grade student have created art works inspired by my Pocket Noost piece, and other works.
It is a real honour for me to think that my art is inspiring students as far afield as California.
Many thanks to Cyndy and her students for the art work and photographs.
A’tween thinkin’ an dae’in, an expression I have borrowed from my late friend and collaborator, Harvey Holton. We’re talking about the notebook and research time between the original idea and it’s fruition as a work of art.
The majority of my studio time at the moment seems to be working in this area, the often long and painstaking process of developing and questioning your ideas. Through collecting and researching possible subject matter, the ideas either continue on to become finished art works, or are consigned to the back burner for another day when your knowledge or experience will allow you to do the idea justice.
One such project I am working on at the moment is a collaboration with film maker Alastair Cook, and poet Andrew Philip, based on the MacAdam character from Andrew’s forthcoming collection ‘The North End Of The Possible’.
Below are some of my recent notebook pages featuring possible ideas that will be used as part of Alastair’s film, and accompany recordings of the poet reading his own words.This is my ‘thinkin’ and dae’in’, working with all my experience to bring a visual realisation that will hopefully communicate the mood of Andrew’s words.
Watch out over the next few weeks for further posts on The Net Mender with further ideas and images based on the MacAdam poems.
’until his unlikely feet send him…’
‘ no boat, no miracle hand in sight’
‘ Towards the deep…’
‘ but as his last het wheeze is rising
‘a murmur in the water above him becomes the unlikely beak and wings of a Gannet.
As part of the Writing Our Way Home website, I run a group called Poetry From Art, a group where poets and other authors use the artwork to inspire new writing.
Here is a piece inspired by the drawing ‘Gospels’ by Jules Paige. Hope you enjoy it.
Pretending to be mute was hard enough…But it helped with survival,
And that is what mattered wasn’t it? Living for some greater purpose -
And ‘Here-Boy’ as he was simply known
Supposed it had all come down to this…
After years of watching the cruel wizard take and take, deceiving peasants,
Courtiers, and kings…Here-Boy had been left alone with the Master’s books.
And especially the eldest that held the deepest secrets…
The One that he’d read over the old transformers shoulders
The body that was most often bent and huddled when not presented in some
Masked form of youth, agility and effervescent cunning.
Here-Boy didn’t even know if he was really an orphan or if he had just been
‘Pressed’ into service for the role he was about to play…
Which if caught would most certainly be the last thing he would ever do, he thought…
There on the center table was the oldest spell book, surely it had to have been stolen
From its’ rightful owner because it was truly the only thing of real beauty that existed
Within the dank and damp tower walls of this fortress
Slowly Here-Boy approached the book - For he felt that he had been personally invited…
More than once perhaps hundreds of times in preparation for this moment
Gifted with careful instructions as the pages gracefully turned themselves
To give him guidance and encouragement over his seemly lengthy internment
This silver full lit blue moon provided all the necessary light for gently bathing
The parchment pages - And with the wizard gone to charm the riches from
Another kingdom, supposedly the old man would not be able to return fast enough to stop
Here-Boy’s utterances’ that would destroy every evil twisted scheme torn from this book
It seemed the gilded eye within the pyramid that adorned the cover winked just before
Turning to almost the very middle of the book where the hint of a hidden page seemed
Unfold with its’ elegant script just waiting for Here-Boy and his virgin voice to softly sing
And repeat the spell until each and every word turned into a bird and flew out the window…