Poet at work

“I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky” – Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol

I thought of Oscar Wilde, languishing behind bars on his prison plank just beyond the buildings of Blake’s Lock, as our own young poet, deep in his thoughts, took in the atmosphere of his surroundings.  Come see the results of his musings, and our own painterly responses to poetry and place between 17 September and 1 October.  Expect some very deep stuff.

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artikinesisrosemary

I am an experimental artist, so I love to mix media and am trying things out all the time. I get excited by lines, shapes and shadows in the grains of hewn wood, a bootprint stomped into a muddy track, or the ripple of some fungus growing on a rotten tree stump. I am obsessed by tracks and trails, the marks left in the ground by people’s and animals’ passing. I love abstract work, both to do and to look at. Organic or man-made shapes observed on my walks take on a life of their own and have their own story to tell, which will be different for every observer. My pictures invite you on a journey into your own imagination.

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