Tag: arcane

  • We are but Whispers (another Scottish Seascape)

    wind sea and sand copy

  • Reflections on Iona

    Sharing my latest Daub

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

    Reflections on Iona
    Reflections on Iona

  • Cliche but still beautiful

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

    tulip

  • “The assignation” as name by one of the public at an exhibition

    Originally this painting was unimaginatively named until a lady viewer at an exhibition named it the Assignation

    The title stuck can you think of a better title. Is the shoe connected to the ladder the ladder to the wearer was it lost going up or down like much of my work questions remain. The story is yours :

    the assignation

  • City Signatures Edinburgh

    beyond the fringe copy

    edin copy

    Building brown with ghostly 

    stray beams of light.

    People busy in Granite shelters

    I stand beneath and ink stained sky

    Interrupted by a magenta balloon

    filled with yesterdays air

    pregnant with anticipation of collective joy

  • 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”

  • Morning fried egg on plate

    Had a fried egg for breakfast fried with virgin coconut oil the health option.

    It was so good decided to share it virtually. ENJOY

    fried egg

  • 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

  • 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.