Tag: adams art

We are but Whispers (another Scottish Seascape)

03/15/2016
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.

computer generated

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

as a starting point

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

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

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.

10/07/2015
Reflections on Iona

Sharing my latest Daub

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

Reflections on Iona

09/17/2015
Cliche but still beautiful

So no apology Have a great weekend Folks Make it magical.

06/19/2015
The Stroll

Something to relax you after a stressful day.

THE STROLL

04/14/2015
What else would you use a nail for (a nailed pear)

Glazing technique using acrylics

Thoughts please

03/30/2015
Forest Stroll

Forest Stroll

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.

03/13/2015
Vulcan Sunrise

Acrylic on canvas

02/07/2015
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.

02/04/2015
Reflections of a lesser world

Reflections B&W

01/28/2015