Thursday, January 22, 2015

Gigantic black moth in my living room

Gigantic black moth in my living room, oil on card, 15.5 x 16.4 cm




Quite what terrifies about these harmless creatures is beyond my understanding, since as a generality we find their diurnal sisters, the butterflies, delightful. Is it merely their association with night, or their fuzziness, or flittiness that causes quite such fear?

(I assume my subjectivities to be universally felt by normally adjusted people. Just as there are those peculiar types who develop passionate relationships with stick insects, so there must surely be those who adore moths. but I assume those to be unusual persons, perhaps aptly represented in Thomas Harris's book.)

Similar questions might also be asked about why the ladybird is regarded with affection, when other beetles are seen with disdain, even disgust.

The fear of certain insects is seems so profound, and yet so disproportionate to their size and ferocity that I can only assume that our responses are innate, and that perhaps in our distant human past they really did pose a specific life risk, since these fears appear to cross cultures and age groups.



Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Lo! The poor Indian!

Lo! The poor Indian, still life, oil on card, 16 x 17.5 cm





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Lo, the poor Indian
Whose poor untutored mind
Clothes him in front
But leaves him bare behind

Maybe in another year
The simple life we lead
Could become more comfortable
Or even change completely

Evangeline, your streets were washed away
You'll never vent your anger
We'll await with baited breath
For something better than we have

Shallow dreams undone
Fruitless and unsung
No challenge towers so steep
Seven horses deep

A festival came to my town
And quickly went away
Faith contains the seed
Of lowly tragedy they say

One step forward, two steps back
The bango jangles in the subway
Some await with bated breath
For something better than they have

Shallow dreams undone
Fruitless and unsung
No challenge towers so steep
Seven horses deep



Song by Ian McNabbPublished by

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Joaquina, January 2015

Joaquina, January 2015, oil on card, 18 x 16 cm


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Another in the current series of beaches.

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In April I go to the UK, and perhaps France.

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Thursday, January 8, 2015

Campeche, January, 2015

Campeche, January, 2015, oil on card, 16 x 18 cm



Almost an empty beach: delightful.


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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Tijucas, sea, January

Tijucas, sea, January, oil on card, 18 x 16 cm




Tijucas is a small town, just north of Florianópolis, which features some stunning neo-classical buildings. It stretches out along a river leading to this estuary The light is very fine and I will return.


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This is the first picture of the 2015 which I hope will be a confident year: one always hopes to find a new, radically different approach, but the most successful changes are usually gradual, often involving somewhat painful reflection. 

I am blessed and curse with such a variety of  beautiful views here: I say cursed because often the best pictures come from motifs that are less immediately attractive, but which force one to consider and invent to a greater degree, as well as taking one away from picture-postcard obviousness. However, visiting such places can be dangerous and is certainly unpleasant.

 In Brazil, such motifs include the strange interzones between city and country with their miles of squalid housing, repair years, rubbish dumps and general dilapidation.


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Monday, January 5, 2015

Ten recent sales


Ten recent sales: the pictures are, from from top left corner:  Arch, Potosi; View of Cochabamba; A small town near Alfredo Wagner; Auraucaria Tree, Alfredo Wagner; Houses by the river, Alfredo Wagner; Small town near Palhoça; Looking down on the lake, Lagoa; Flowers on a red background; Flowers, first of July; Joaquina, November.

All date from 2014.



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It's always a pleasure to sell works: money is wonderful, of course, but so is the feeling of finding a home for them. There is something very sad about paintings in racks- like finding books in storage boxes. Art works are made to be seen and enjoyed.


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 The cost of pochades (smaller pictures less than 25 x 25 cm in size-  such as the pictures in this posting) is 120 pounds per item, or other currency equivalent. 

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