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 :
A little brightness for the week-end
A combination of styles
coming together to form an interesting image “Namaste”
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.
Grey ingots of first light
are picked up by the azure glove of day
and thrust into the golden embers of the setting sun
before being melded into day upon the ringing black anvil of night.
T. Adams 2015
Acrylic on canvas
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.
Jewels of the Morning
Today I share an image I came across today whilst cleaning a cupboard remember doing it but not when so thought I should let it see the light of day and share enjoy.
