And Night Fell (2017)
Oil painting and paper cutting on canvas.
I was inspired on the long train journey home from Whitby- usually it takes just over an hour to get back but this time we got on the train that took over 2 hours.
I loved the colours of the sky, as the sun had just started to set earlier, like they where burning on the contrasting black horizon. Hints of black and blue running though the sky are like the veins of the sky and the earth. The black paper cuttings were covering the silver and blue patterns symbolising the day has ended although the sun for the moment is still there. Also this links to my obsession with Greek Mythology as I wanted to show the day ending, going to sleep and night, Nyx, is covering the sky, but like everything they are alive.
Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn.
Oil on canvas’
Depicting a feature on the front of Conisbrough Library and the smaller pictures are, Conisbrough Viaduct, part of St Peter’s church and the Conisbrough sign.
I’ve been wanting to do something with the Conisbrough library, especially with the wheel on front of it for a while now, as it’s somewhere I went often growing up. The idea was for the smaller canvas’ where part of the wheel coming off of it whilst depicting parts of Conisbrough’s history.
Fallen Poppies (2017)
This painting is mainly a link to my childhood. I grew up in a small town in the UK called Conisbrough, one of the iconic buildings there is Conisbrough Castle, along with that I grew up with a link to history as well as the history of the castle, there was also the history of the World War 1 monument outside it. The poppy is also important to me as well as like others it’s a reminder of the the wars, but there is also a link to my (amazing) mum (Who loves history) but collects the WW1 linked poppies because of the symbolism of them.
I have some small canvas’ going spare with no idea what to do with them, the idea for this piece was to layer up the art work. Each piece focusing on the fall of the poppy, as you grow up you realise more and more what the poppy is about. It starts off with just being a flower linked to some kind of war then as you go into adulthood it becomes much more than that.
3 times a day, 7 days a week (2016)
One of the things about having Chronic Illnesses is the amount of medication you can be stuck with. This is some of the empty blister packets I have and decided to use. The clocks symbolise the times of day to take my tablets and the flowers are there because sometimes the medication doesn’t work and the only thing you have going is positive thinking and hope
Ribs and heart (2017)
I haven’t done oil painting in a while. The feeling of anxiety had been gripping me that week. The feeling like something was tightening my chest was there. My first thought was to draw a hand squeezing a heart, but as I painted it progressed into flowers and vines flowing down the ribs.