Gallery Five







Untitled
41.4 x 30.5 cm
Acrylic on canvas

This is one of my favourites and one I would least like to part with. Maybe that's why I will not share some of the things it says to me and let it speak to you in its own way. If it does then not only will that gladden my heart but it will enable you to have a go at bartering for it!














Creation
51 x 41.5 cm
Acrylic on canvas
This is my representation of the Big Bang. A whole universe created from nothing!














All is not still in the forest
40 x 50.5 cm
Acrylic on canvas

This acrylic with a strong use of structure paste, was first entitled "struggling to be free from the stormy wood."  Its about being in a rich exciting dream , but not having conscious control and being aware of the subconscious mind's ability to turn it into a nightmare. Can the viewer peering into the moonlit forest see perhaps bodies impaled on trees, or is it a trick of your imagination? Because we often don't get in a dream what we would expect in the cold light of day, where I would often sign a work I have instead let a silhouette of a cat sit, stationary.  










A gift from God
30 x 40cm
Acrylic on canvas

This is a parcel/present and what is inside are my memories of my late wife and the love she gave me. This love compensated many times over for my decades of brain injury. It could be said that the thin yellow ribbon wraps the parcel up in more ways than one! 









A conversation with Buddha
39.5 x 29.5 cm
Acrylic on canvas

Reddish rings with shades of yellow and pink overlaid on the left with silver automatic writing.  Also in the middle of the rings is something else in red, almost resembling a creature carrying a red ball. The conversation carries on something like this: Do I paint?  There is no I.   Love is the answer.  No not I. Yes. Lose desire. If we cannot be god be Buddha. Hey, if that's the best things to being a saint I am going for it!"







Green rain on abstract meditation
50 x 40.5 cm
Acrylic on canvas

A sandy/gold layer has been marked through revealing a reddish pink ground beneath. The next layer is yellow and neon yellow, which has come down, hit the canvas running and left a trail. Lastly is the slightly translucent green which to me is the slow steady drip, drip, of rain; which is beginning to bring some calm to the hectic movement going on beneath. W hat if this picture, having been stopped at that moment in time, had been left in the rain I wonder? Perhaps in another universe it didn't stop raining.