Love

Firstly, like the majority of my work, it symbolises a love and respect of nature. 
But love is many things. It can be a love for a partner, a sister, a mother, a daughter. The feeling of swimming with music or words. The love of ones country or a new acquired love for another. 
The choice remains with the viewer. The sculpture is just a visual thought of their love.
Deeply content, trusting the fish’s journey, just content to be, skin on skin, hearing the beat, present.
To some, it may seem a naff and a taboo subject. Potentially brave then, to simply call a sculpture Love, but as Anthony Caro said when asked about his sculptures, ‘its all about love’. 
To me, and I don’t think I am alone; it’s obviously the most important of all.

Merry go round horse and exceedingly good company

Had the most fantastic afternoon, was tired, wanted to finish for the day but dug in and started to finish something that I almost new the outcome but instead the music swept that aside and started something that I had wanted to do for a few years now somehow lacking in knowledge, lacking in courage, harangued by self doubt it just got blocked but today, being here listening to Beethoven it popped out, still a lot to learn and will prob try and do it again as it may fall apart but the music and the location have unblocked yet another stream.

Beethoven, what a god!

Not sure about the legs at the back being together…and there is still a lot wrong and it needs the rider and the head to stop looking like a donkey but I like the initial flurry like a sketch. It will have a proper, post thing, would prefer it to fly though!


I did a huge amount of drawing horses when I was little, its amazing how much is still up there, but there are gaps, I need to go and draw some horses heads.

Lady May

Just finished this off today, she had been armless since 29/5/13 when I made her, I was trying to work out if she could be like the fragment pieces ( I havent made yet ) with bits of her missing but in the end I gave the poor love some arms, the girls have very thin arms here but they are not that thin!
The writing below I wrote back in May when I was feeling a bit more mental than I am now but it still stands.

 

This is the thin armed girls, the columbian music, the tense flamenco meets upright edwardian bursting with passion.

This is Cethelia meets Cynthia.

This is trumpets and the letter R I can’t roll.

This is buying firm glossy black-eyed fish from a thick eye-lashed, full faced girl. This is fresh clean vegetables and the happy encouraging lady who smiled so heartfelt when we spoke Spanish badly.

This is sunshine, Ibrahim Ferrer.

This is dancing on the street with strangers and twirling under bandstands, this is the passion we have but cant express so latin like.

This is sharing the pavement, sharing the road, wether its a pedestrian or a motorbike, a wave or a nod… ‘after you bicycle girl’.

This is going down hill on smooth tarmac, the wind rushing past your ears making you hum, sing out loud without realizing.

This is the kindness of strangers, the caretaker man who cut holes in and then put a red bin liner over my head when it rained so I cycled off with the corners flapping violently like wild shoulder pads, grinning as people stared.

This is for feeling ripped off buying two miniature fans and then finding a big one for one euro from the street.

This is for clever pregnant bellied girls, swollen with pride and next centuries promise.

This is for Tracy and for success.

This is for being in a band and making magic together and smiling to each other and feeling it in your core.

This is for finding things when your not looking.

This for when your hands are tied, your position sealed and you are content with it.

This is for when things come easily, simply, without pain.