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2/9
from on top of table mountain i can see the house i grew up in. it was something I usually did when walking with my family, to look for our home and sometimes i would reach out my arm and hold it between my thumb and fore finger. i could flatten it easily or so it felt. our neighbours homes and ours, all the size of a piece from the monopoly board game. you could hear a few sounds of cars from far below but mostly it felt that this , up here, is a different world then down there. the land dwarfed over our lives.
a few hours later we would have returned home and now the trees towered over us and the house seemed so big. family growing up issues return but I knew there was something else out there.and i think that change of space and size of things had a deep impact on me
50word Story
X
feet
about
50word Story
Wishful thinking
He had worked and worried about money all his life. He threw a gigantic party when he won the lottery. Everyone enviously congratulated him on his good fortune. With his money anxieties drained away he realised that his mind was blank. No new thoughts had replaced the old.
kalkbaai #7
cape town 2012
He had worked and worried about money all his life.
He threw a gigantic party when he won the lottery.
everyone enviously congratulated him on
his good fortune.
With his money anxieties drained away,
he realised that his mind was blank.
Wishful thinking
No new thoughts had replaced the old.
kalkbay4, cape town
feetabout 2012
Bilal had worked and worried about money all his life.
He threw a gigantic party when he won the lottery.
night exposure series
namibia 2014
Wishful thinking
everyone enviously congratulated him on his good fortune.
With his money anxieties drained away, he realised that his mind was blank.
No new thoughts had replaced the old.
paintings 2019
france philippines sark
50word
story
X
colourScapes
reavelle'rs rest
star burst
gouache on paper
23cm x 17.5cm
in 2016 i saw a john hoyland exhibition at the newport street gallery.
i have worked since 2016 for food delivery companies so often pop into galleries in central london while i wait for an order. i never knew who john hoyland was but he has painted large colour expressions.
some had a singular colour theme and i could inch my way forward until i was standing so very close that i could feel the colour coming off the canvas, like a form of energy.
I moved from painting to painting and moving close and away to test how i felt
the closer i got the more i got the feeling of a forum of 'energy' in this weird attraction i felt. in some ways it felt very similar to stepping into the caves with rock art that i saw as a child. that feeling of coming in from the bright sunlight and into the cool cave and being transfixed by the art within.
I hadn't yet begun to paint again.that would happen a few month later when i bought a ticket to Morocco on the spur of the moment and decided that i would take paints with me.
when painting in Morocco i can remember being incredible excited by the marks the brush made, of how the paint flowed from the bristles and the random affects the mixed paint created.
in a way very similar to the feeling i began to remember when i painted as a child
8/9
Finger pinch to make video fill screen
all the things
that are unsaid
gouache on paper
23.5cm x 17cm
all the things
that are unsaid
gouache on paper
23.5cm x 17cm
kalkbaai #7
Cape Town 2012
panasonic Lx3
in 2016 i saw a john hoyland exhibition at the newport street gallery.
i have worked since 2016 for food delivery companies so often pop into galleries in central london while i wait for an order. i never knew who john hoyland was but he has painted large colour expressions.
some had a singular colour theme and i could inch my way forward until i was standing so very close that i could feel the colour coming off the canvas, like a form of energy.
I moved from painting to painting and moving close and away to test how i felt
the closer i got the more i got the feeling of a forum of 'energy' in this weird attraction i felt. in some ways it felt very similar to stepping into the caves with rock art that i saw as a child. that feeling of coming in from the bright sunlight and into the cool cave and being transfixed by the art within.
I hadn't yet begun to paint again.that would happen a few month later when i bought a ticket to Morocco on the spur of the moment and decided that i would take paints with me.
when painting in Morocco i can remember being incredible excited by the marks the brush made, of how the paint flowed from the bristles and the random affects the mixed paint created.
in a way very similar to the feeling i began to remember when i painted as a child