ISOLATION

 

I have often painted and drawn this scene in the Stonor Valley, returning to it again and again. Down the years, I’ve watched the building deteriorate, gradually collapsing in on itself. It's sturdy though. The timbers, as usual, lead the decline. The brickwork is still sound and has many more winters in it yet I fancy. Inside, though the ghosts have fled, there’s still sign of the building’s original purpose. An old water pump lies seized-up and solid, its weight slowly digging its own grave. In its day, a war or two back, the building was the pump house for a nearby isolation hospital. The hospital’s long gone, having become other dwellings I believe. The red kites are regular visitors, taking anything fallen. In some years, when it feels like it, the tree behind the building blossoms white, cheering everything up. In springtime I’m not the only onlooker. The field becomes a carpet of yellow cowslips stopping passers-by in their tracks.





‘I don't believe in art. I believe in artists.’ Marcel Duchamp


On 4 September 2015, this painting was rejected by the submission jury for the Royal Institute of Oil Painters Annual Open Exhibition 2015 at the Mall Galleries. The artist is piqued. Piqued is posh for pissed-off.












































ISOLATION

        34” x 25” (86 x 63 cm)

Acrylic on gessoed panel

          £7500

ISOLATION

        34” x 25” (86 x 63 cm)

Acrylic on gessoed panel

          £7500