Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Forming ideas


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Daddy

Two down and four to go. Not sure what to paint next.

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Alan Heighton

You simply must check this guy out! An old school friend of mine who is now kicking arse! He does the Guardian and stuff...genius! Alan Heighton. see my links

Monday, 21 September 2009

Morning has broken...

The uber trendy UnionGallery in Edinburgh has requested six small animal paintings. Here is the first of The Lisle Bestiary. A simple British Blackbird. This takes me back to junior school assembly when we were required to sing hymns. I am sure the adolescent cacophany paled in comparison to this wee fella's early morning warblings.

Although I am far from religious, the sentiment of this christian hymn is sound. It's great to be alive!

Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for the springing fresh from the word


Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass


Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

Born of the one light, Eden saw play

Praise with elation, praise every morning

God's recreation of the new day

Friday, 18 September 2009

Blue Period


Bonjour!
I have as yet failed to begin any new masterpieces. However, I have the Talented International Artiste Patsy McArthur over from New York staying at Cripple Towers and, as always, I have found myself newly inspired.

I spotted Miss McArthur on the balcony earlier this evening working through her blue period. I think she is reacting against my rather formal approach and it would appear she is embracing abstract expressionism.

I did notice that she was using a dogs water bowl as a mixing bowl. I think she is regressing.

There has been more idle chitchat about a collaborative exhibition and I think we may be one step further down the road of indecision. More on this later

Peas

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Watch this space

I should be starting my engines again this week. I have had a few pretty evil operations on my leg of late but I am over the worst!

I will make a concerted effort to post as much as I can

About bloody time.
 
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