Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Me by myself

And remember, no matter where you go, there you are.

(Confucius)




Let every dawn be to you as the beginning of life , and every setting sun be to you as its close.

(john Ruskin)

Monday, 25 February 2013

Bedruthan Steps

It's on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.

(Claude Monet)











Painting,n.:The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.

(Ambrose Bierce)

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Tulips

"I hate flowers. I only paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move".

(Georgia O'Keeffe)



Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul.

(The Koran)

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Silver Birch

I'm all for bringing back the birch, but only between consenting adults.

(Gore Vidal)









We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorous and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent and intimate hours.

(Marcel Proust)



Thursday, 31 January 2013

I am often asked what I draw with

Photography is an immediate reaction. Drawing is a meditation.

(Henri Cartier-Bresson)



I draw like other people bite their nails.

(Picasso)


Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Winter Willows

There is a willow grows aslant a brook
That shows his hoar leaves in glassy stream.

(William Shakespear. Hamlet)










Willows whiten, aspens quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver.

(Tennyson. The lady of Shalott)

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Lydia

A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.

(Latin Proverb)





At the touch of a lover everyone becomes a poet.

(Plato)

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Winter Oaks

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

(Thomas Carlyle)













I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines. 

(Henry David Thoreau)