Adams Art

Category: Art of Terry Adams

  • Water lilies will soon be here

    waterliliesSoon the water lilies will be here and nymphs will dance as if on air.

    . oil on canvas by Terry Adams

  • We are but Whispers (another Scottish Seascape)

    wind sea and sand copy

  • Dyslexia painting explained “Numeric Symphony in Red”

    The following comment has often been asked,of me

    “Although I appreciate and like the visual impression and impact that your dyslexia images on me,  I do not have dyslexia tendencies and simply do not understand them could you please explain what they are about.” 

    Whilst there is an argument that art does not need to mean anything, it simply exists in its own space and time, fulfilling it’s own unique identity, I recognize the need of individuals to classify and understand, with this in mind I aim to in the next few posts to explain some of the thinking behind each Piece Todays featured piece is,  one of my favorite pieces from my  exhibition held during Dyslexia awareness week   ” Numeric symphony in Red”

    Numeric Symphony in Red
    Numeric Symphony in Red

    Whilst researching and developing the ideas behind these pieces for the exhibition I happened to be speaking to a University lecturer, and friend of mine  who happened to mentioned that whilst  he does not have issues with letters but he does with Number. So much so that when he looks at a numbers in tabular form the come together and start to dance before his eyes.

    Numeric symphony in Red is an attempt to replicate this phenomenon .

    In this piece the number 01-99 are represented in tabular form. Each number was vertically dissected and  back half of the number joined front  half of the next number. Creating numeric  couples coming together as if in dance. Interestingly enough people with dyslexic tendencies seem to see the number immediately without explanation.

    I am rather pleased with the effect  whilst the The dark areas represent  the negative spaces between each set of dancing numbers they seem to impart an primeval harmony to the piece.

    If this piece stimulates any questions or requires any further information or explanation please ask away.

  • Reflections on Iona

    Sharing my latest Daub

    “Reflections on Iona”  Acrylic on board approx 24″ sq.

    Reflections on Iona
    Reflections on Iona

  • For those who like to write poetry – some inspiration

    A few years ago I took this image that I share per chance that it will inspire a word or two from those that I follow and indeed those that I do not to write a stanza or two. the power station, clouds sun-rays indeed the very man have all now gone but the image remains. 

    light painting

  • The Green Loch

    The other month I passed by this remarkable place and felt my spirits lifted I share with you in the hope that it does the same for you.

    green loch

  • What else would you use a nail for (a nailed pear)

    Glazing technique using acrylics

    Thoughts please

    pear

  • Forest Stroll

    Forest Stroll

    forest stroll titled2

    Am I alone?

    the forest tranquil, dense, struggle roots entwined searching nutrients,  each leaf lifted on branch and trunk yearning for light,

      ahead the canopy thins offering protection for feathered songsters to fill the air.

    Oil Pastel on card.

  • Edinburgh Fringe Old Town Mosaic

    fringe soundbites

    Night searches the streets, lanes and vennels of old Edinburgh, looking, searching for light to paint with shades darkness, revelers follow with steps of gaiety first words then laughter are heard only to be replaced by an inviting, enticing taunting, riff come join me, followed by another then another, until the old town is fragmented into a mosaic of bricks and sound.

    A moment of mirth, a memory is captured within a sphere of latex carried on the wind, tethered by some arcane actinic thread reflected from some hidden light source, escaping from a window like a thief into the cold night air.

    In the blink of an eye it will all be surrendered to the realm of light, and the old town, once more will dance to the rhythm and beat of a different drum.

  • And yet as an image it sings its own song.

    And yet as an image it sings its own song. Photograph by T.Adams

    The singer’s voice speaks,

    it is not essential to understand the words

    it is enough to be captured by the beauty of the sound , we stand transfixed in our own personal mindscape of the pitch, cadence, rhythm,

    Oh! – The simplicity of vibration.

    As a child whistling with my brother amazed at the distortion created when the two frequencies clashed what an experience existing yet spawned by neither of us.

    This image is offered to as a homage to that, which does not exist but is there,

    Without light the word is not visible, if the book remains closed, although that  inside which exists it is not seen.

    And yet as an image it sings its own song.