Whilst walking along the beach in Jersey, I was captivated by the tiny clump of pansies growing in a gap between the rocks of the breakwater. It reminded me that even in the most inhospitable conditions, beauty can be found if one opens one’s eyes and looks. Oil on board
Painted this well a version about 10 years ago called Dante’s Lament
did not realise that it was the shape of things to come.
Rather apt and prophetic
large painting acrylic on canvas
A painting capturing the early morning walk across the beach after an evening of dancing
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.
