pencil on paper, a5, 2015

pencil on paper, a5, 2015

riches

The great autumnal clouds pour rain

And cool the fever of our Summer pain.

Do great lords gather riches, then,

To ease the suffering of their fellow-men?

Bhartrhari, from the Sanskrit, trans. J Brough.

graphite on paper, a4, 2015

graphite on paper, a4, 2015

graphite & oil pastel on paper, a4, 2015

graphite & oil pastel on paper, a4, 2015

gesso and oil pastel on paper,  190 x 170 mm, 2015

gesso and oil pastel on paper, 190 x 170 mm, 2015

seeds

“Fare well!”
“A whole world of pain is contained in these words.” How can it be contained in them? — It is bound up in them. The words are like an acorn from which an oak tree can grow.

Ludwig Wittgenstein p. 52e, 1946.

graphite on paper, a4, 2015

graphite on paper, a4, 2015

graphite & oil pastel on paper, a4, 2015

graphite & oil pastel on paper, a4, 2015

sweet airs.

CALIBAN Be not affeared; the isle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instaruments

Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices

That, if I then had waked after a long sleep,

Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,

The clouds methought would open, and show riches

Ready to drop upon me, that I waked

I cried to dream again.

STEPHANO This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where

I shall have my music for nothing.

from The Tempest by William Shakespeare.

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pastel and home made paint on digital print, a4, 2015

pastel and home made paint on digital print, a4, 2015

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