SCULPTURE Galleries PAINTING Gallery IMAGE Galleries BONE CARVING Gallery LABYRINTH Pages INFORMATION Pages LINKS 01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09  10  11  12  13  14  15  16   17 18   Pastel and Pines Long still summer evenings by the sea, a soft warmth that lingers for hours beyond smokey pastel hues now imperceptually slipping to dark. Squawks from afar slide across the waters as the divers settle for the night in the old man pines, splash and beating rapid as the last of them launches to sky then to roost. You can see them with your ears but eyes are deadened somewhat by distance and early dark against the pastel palette of the sky. Reflective moment tween water and sky Well at least the bird knew what was up Viewpoint is all it seems in a world which likely little cares that this or that be so. What truth with which to side or slide, if that be asked, any will do at a pinch for is not just to fix a place in which to be for fear that boundaries might fail and show to us a bigger self not often seen. Springtime Tints of texture Just one of those spaces that catch the eye. A scene quite fixed and final in many ways, kept safe inside while just beyond the window there, a wider world not so fixed, hinted at through the glass, stems and flowers that grow and dream in shades of life within the green. Morning Rose First flush of colour in the crispness of the morn and crisp I do mean with everything a crunch underfoot. As the night reverses itself into salmon tints of a day to be. The shiver not so much a concern once touched with a Rose tinted day. Phoebe There is a tail to this but not for now, carved in whalebone she be. Following the sun The western shore in an evening light, the waters a slow surge at the rivers mouth as fresh rolls over the sea in an oily slide with just the suck and surge into the rocks a hint of what might be. 01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09  10  11  12  13  14  15  16  17 18