50 x 35cm
The world he creates is one of quiet intensity. The earth turns.
Life goes on while
you find yourself a curious traveler-observer in framed landscapes &
segments of a world of exotic strangely almost familiar vistas,
Sometimes dark clouds, heavy full breasted, hang overhead with a
suggestion of the
promise of fat drops of cooling rain. Below these clouds parched
& landscape gripped by the silence of drought wait expectantly for
Lone figures are glimpsed, in passing, going almost furtively about
tasks, their presence & passage marked perhaps only by strange fish
in the wind, burning candle, open matchbox, flower vases, a tea pot
& cup & saucer
waiting. Waiting. Waiting - but for what? For whom?
Distantly the moon rises. A ship on the horizon passes on its way to
away destination or, improbably, sails into the desert.
All this is the real world, a mirror-image, transformed into a
of fantasy, a little ridiculous, but nevertheless all seemingly