Tag: adams

  • After the dance (painting)

    A painting capturing the early morning walk across the beach after an evening of dancing

    After the dance.jpg
  • Dyslexia – second image from a past exhibition.

    Not all dyslexia is the same whilst in consultation some people said that when reading certain letters seem to promote themselves whilst

    others sink into the background.This was the thinking behind this piece of work.

    lovesonbgcomputer generated

     The following piece of poetry ,T.S.Eliots Lovesong of J.Alfred Prufock,  was randomly selected

    as a starting point

    LOVESONGplain words

    These word were then modified to demonstrate to those without dyslexic tendencies what it would be like to actually cope with this phenomenon

    lovesong

    Finally the the black letters were removed a each letter converted into a coloured square to reveal the hidden pattern within the selected passage.

    Vowels in Dyslexia
    Vowels in Dyslexia

     original, created with ruling pen and acrylic paint

    image .size 15″ x 19″ (381mm x 483 mm)

    I have long been attracted to hidden shapes and patterns that exist all around us.

    If you think that this may be of interest to someone please share.

  • Reflections on Iona

    Sharing my latest Daub

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

    Reflections on Iona
    Reflections on Iona
  • Sunflower in the Cape

    sunflower in the cape

    A little brightness for the week-end

    A combination of styles

    coming together to form an interesting image “Namaste”

  • The Stroll

    Something to relax you after a stressful day.

    THE STROLL

    the stroll

  • 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.

  • 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.