Saturday 28 December 2013

OMG This actually like totally means something?



I can't seem to leave the funnelly theme alone. Not because the theme generates attractive images because they are butt ugly but because the symbolism so neatly portrays the human condition. It's like an exam crib or a mnemonic device for remembering the bones of the wrist. After memorising the image an alien could sit down and write an essay on what it's like to be human. This one has eyes and mouths torn from Heat and Hello magazine and pasted directly onto the canvas. Okay, the images are also slightly creepy; the creepiness is intended to suggest the feelings of alienation concomitant with a sudden awareness of the human condition. I need to get out more. I'll tackle the above design when I've finished the one below.





That's oil pastel on the page and not food. This canvas was intended to take me over the Xmas period but didn't. I celebrated the birth of Christ by making and ingesting enough food to choke a horse. Through a haze of food induced delirium I seem to remember watching a film about giant spiders and then becoming lost in the surrounding countryside in an attempt to walk off the delirium. Rather glad it's all over actually. 

Thursday 19 December 2013

New painting up - the Thespian

The last in a series of paintings exploring the human condition otherwise called the 'weird funnely ones that I don't like much'. http://www.markpeatfield.co.uk/portfolio/page7/index.html
Not actually about my brother David in Hong-Kong who is an actor but rather a reflection on Prospero's final speech and the famous 'As you like it' speech.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. (IV.i.148158)

and: All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.

Shakespeare really was the dog's bollocks.

Sunday 15 December 2013

Harris Museum open exhibition


A photo of me standing by one of my submissions. This is the least creepy photo; I don't photograph well. I look like I'm having trouble standing. In another picture I look like a politician canvassing for votes. My paintings did not cause the paradigm shifting stir I'd hoped for but then the lighting was really unkind. And the positioning of my canvases was all wrong. And other stuff. Note to self. Bigger, brighter and more challenging. Just received new canvases so onward ho tomorrow.

Monday 9 December 2013

Romeo & Juliet - new painting up!

The only reaction I have had to this painting so far is, "good colours" which is a lot like saying "nice notes" to a composer. The painting depicts love and lust and passion and is actually quite risqué albeit in a neo-surrealist nihilistic pop-art way. I blush when I look at it. Two things of note today. I've run out of canvases and I've submitted two pieces to the Harris Institute Open Day.


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Wednesday 4 December 2013

More spoilers

In answer to several questions: yes, the spinning disk and trumpets function a bit like a phonograph. I was going to do another painting along similar lines but I am rapidly losing interest in the symbolism. Maybe there is something to be said for being cryptic.


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