Showing posts with label boats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boats. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 June 2026

THE ARTIST IN RESIDENCE 27 : The Opposite of Hammershoi

 Vermeer, Hammershoi, Morandi


they are popular with all ages..

the artist likes their stuff..

cool and minimal..

but the..

ARTIST IN RESIDENCE

he has run away with the circus..

and the fun fair..

flashy American automobiles..

and brightly coloured boats..

oh yeah..  

and Cap..

it's all theatre really..

make up. make believe..,

out of the ordinary everyday life..

these are surreal things..

images from dreams..


fantasy and desire..

it's a holiday world..


a colour feast world..


still..

he's young yet..

who knows?














Wednesday, 27 May 2026

THE ARTIST IN RESIDENCE 24 : Dream Marine


 THE FIGHTING TEMERAIRE



he has crazes..

one of them was boats..

he had toy boats in the bath..

plastic ones with rusted up engines..

in 1995 he goes on holiday to Portugal..

they have lots of brightly coloured..

wooden boats..

everyone knows that..




he goes mad..

charging around the Algarve..

looking for more..

too many are in the water..

or he has to photograph them from the bows..

what he needs is the stern..

the power's in the ass end Mick..

always was..




the best ones are beached..

and bleaching out..

high and dry..

left to rot..




on a trip to Tavira, a sleepy, salty,  town..

on a very hot afternoon..

whist on a river cruise he spies..

a pair of old wooden fishing boats..

sunk into the mud..

in the river estuary..

these two above..

 are a small oil on canvas..

he usually paints the boats in gouache..


TURNER

 painted many boats and marine images..

but no-one calls Turner..

a marine artist..

the artist in residence is just having fun.with one of his many Muses..

he does not see the sadness..

of the passing on of the beautiful wooden boats..

he only loves them..





Saturday, 13 June 2020

I MUST GO DOWN TO THE SEA AGAIN


THE LONELY SEA AND THE SKY





I must go down to the sea again..

the lonely sea and the sky..

I've left my shoes and socks there..

I'm seeing if they're dry..


I have always loved the sea, coast, boats, beach..

you can see it in the paintings..


and here at the beach..