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An exploration of the use of symbols and shapes within an abstract painting with references to other things, adding to the whole with layers and colours, textures and symbols. Following deliberately on from previous paintings, using similar techniques. interestingly (or not) I think these paintings look like they take five minutes: they in fact take a longer time than many other paintings I have done because of the layers of textures and paints.
What do you see? What do I want you to see? What is deliberate? What is accident? When creating work like this it is difficult to explain sometimes what, where and why. The creative process takes over and things can just happen. Yes I make deliberate decisions about composition. Yes I spend time considering colour combinations, considering layers, considering textures. And materials. In this one I have deliberately used things around me - found things - to make textures. Some have meaning - to me - some are just because I like the way they felt and looked and contributed to the whole. So... this painting is about a lot of things, some of them clearer than others.
The other point of interest: this is very big - 180cm x 120 cm. That's nearly 6x4 ft for undecimalised people. So you don't quite get it all on line - size and texture missing.
In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath, comes the all time loser, headlong to his death
n the sad town
Cold iron hands
The party of clowns outside
Rain falls in grey far away
Please, please, baby lemonade
In the evening sun going down
When the earth streams in, in the morning
Send a cage through the post
Make your name like a ghost
Please, please, baby lemonade
I'm screaming, I met you this way
You're nice to me like ice
In the clock they sent through a washing machine
Come around, make it soon, so alone...
Please, please, baby lemonade
In the sad town
Cold iron hands
The party of clowns outside
Rain falls in grey far away
Please, please, baby lemonade
In the evening sun going down
When the earth streams in, in the morning
Send a cage through the post
Make your name like a ghost
Please, please, baby lemonade
Ancien chemin du Triadou is a small old road leading out of Les matelles. It once went to the neighbouring town of Le Triadou, but now goes nowhere except to some not particularly nice houses, and the main road instead heads towards Le Triadou. This view is from my studio. On the right is the old Bergerie that has appeared in other works of mine. On the left is a building that used to be an old winery but has recently been converted to flats.
The Porte des Remparts is the eastern entrance into the medieval village of Les Matelles. It passes through an ancient bell tower, part of the church built into the village's ramparts.
Pic saint Loup dominates the landscape of the Hérault between the Cévennes and the sea. A geological marvel rising out of the plain caused by prehistoric land movements, and causing fascinating legends, angles, colours and views. Seen here through a fence.
