Here is my commendation for the Albion painting, now on public display in the Keele University Gallery, in the Chancellor's Building.
I've been working on a few paintings over the last couple of days and scanned in some for the website too. The nex job is music and I hope to compose a couple more tracks for the up and coming Twelve Seasons album, as well as work on some more sounds for IndieSFX.
The Distant Lighthouse Shining Away
I have no reason to live, except for my art.
My dreams were shattered years ago.
My eyes are heavy, sad and slow.
My paint seeps from my crippled heart.
My thoughts and feelings given shape.
Laid bare to purge.
A hook for love...
Success today would come too late.
All of my love, if I could ever have felt it, is now hate.
And so each step is hard and hard.
Each breath I give, each second, long;
and every day an end and start.
I have no reason to live, except for my art.
I'm painting again this week and working on a few smaller images. The above is the underpainting to a picture about the lack of communication in a relationship called The Chasm Was Too Wide. I don't think I'll glaze what you can see here for this one but I need to add a leaping figure and one sitting in the chair in front of the television.
Thinking About Christmas has been delivered to Resources for Autism for future exhibition and auction for their cause.
In Keele, Two Roman Legionaries Discovering The God-King Albion Turned Into Stone has been commended by the judges. About 200 pictures are shown in Keele and only ten to twenty percent of paintings that are submitted make it past the jury into the exhibition. Of those that do, the judges award three cash prizes and three commendations. Last year Bye Bye Little Fishes, and thank you was also commended. The exhibition is on for approximately a month and open to the public in the Chancellor's Building in Keele University.
I've just been notified that my painting Uranos and Helios will be exhibited at the Urenco exhibition in the Lowry Gallery in Salford. The exhibition will last two weeks and opens on Thursday November the 20th.
I'm working on a lot of sound effects and music this month and have just completed a poem for The Twelve Seasons, the next album release after Stupid Computer Music. It's called Winter's Daughter.
My autumn hand
of bark is wrought.
Old age once fleeting
now is caught.
My son of spring
is winter's daughter.
My days stretch out
as years grow shorter.
Most of my paintings have associated poems, written on the back. Here is the one to Liquid Sleep.
Liquid Sleep
Tired, so tired.
Limbs sag and flow, like water.
Eyelids low.
Each breath heavy,
deep and slow.
Stars ripple, in cold black lake.
Body fuzzy, floats.
Visions drift like boats.
Fish leap.
Liquid sleep.