Paints represent a sort of non-verbal language for me. I actually find it hard to put into words how I feel about paints. I have a “feeling” in my stomach and I want to wave my hands about a bit to express those feelings. I don’t know if other artists are like this. I see colours in life and think of the paints I might use to represent them on the canvas. This blog is about a particular shade of blue.
We saw Mount Errigal when we flew in from Dublin, from the runway at the airport, from the beach at Carrickfinn, From Bunbeg beach, from the Rosses, from Gweedore.
David Fry
My painting of the island of Inishbofin, off the coast of Donegal, Ireland. I get very attached to my Donegal island paintings. I’m not sure why. Maybe its because I get such pleasure at looking at those unmodernized houses. I like the length of the image too. Perhaps it because, so far, I have looked across the sea at them and had to reconstruct the landscape with care.
It was a long walk to the lighthouse at Whiteford Point on the northern tip of the Gower Peninsula. The last time I walked here, I just looked at the lighthouse from the beach. This time I wanted to get up close. We had left it late and the tide…
A painting of a stall at Stroud market covered in colourful bottles. The sunshine has illumated the bottles and the sneezing stallholder.
This is a painting of one of the small dogs spotted at Stroud market a fortnight (2 weeks) ago. This tiny girl was waiting for her people to stop talking so she could carry on leading the way forward.
