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It’s Still Life

It’s Still life

Anyone looking through my body of work will not find a visual vocabulary entirely unfamiliar to their experience.  There is fabric, the posed figure and the placed still life alongside a host of other things ritually encountered in life.  Yet these things, when finally painted show themselves to be, if only outwardly, little more than mere occasion and mask, visual sign posts familiarly clothed and concealing through inanimation what can only be rightly called still life.

There have been times when I’ve suspected the objects around me of having revealed or perhaps taken up curious and unlooked for suggestion, pulling a host of strange significances and fascination from what might be called imaginations thin air.

Moreover, it may be that I am someone merely passing through, exercising at best a kind of temporary stewardship over everything I have come to view as my own.  I catch myself looking at a particular book placed irregularly upon the shelf or regarding a clump of melted wax – curious testimony to an evening passed in happiness – my chess set whose chipped edge remains beautifully marred from accident or play and I am left with a feeling that I am surrounded by things possessing a sentience I would normally not suppose them to have and a life that may very well continue to exist in some vital way beyond the diverting tangent that is my own.

A sense of being observed is also intuited – such has been my experience anyway.  A dialogue that might be called co-natural appears to develop between the observer and a world that looks back, regarding the artist in turn, with its own questions and requirements.

Whether this dialogue can be considered inspiration proper, I cannot say.  I think it is more likely a means to inspiration rather than the thing itself.  Whatever the case it is always there and its promptings never fully abate until the impulse to do whatever is required of me is finally realised on canvas.  Is it any wonder that we can’t look at a painting without thinking of it as still life?


n. 1. Lack of animation; lifeless; dullness.

1. Infusion of life or vigor; animation; inspiration.

The inanimation of Christ living and breathing within us.

– Bp. Hall.


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