Introducing you, if you don’t know of it, to Nawr Magazine. The latest edition “resources of hope” has much in it of interest, including some of my writing, and has been put together with great care. Enjoy! https://issuu.com/nawrmag/docs/nawr-009-autumn-winter
Tag: welsh art
Dw i’n falch i ddatgan bod fy ngwaith wedi cael ei ddewis i’r Lle Celf yn yr Eisteddfod Amgen, yn agor heddiw, Dydd Llun yr 2 Awst. I feel honoured that my work has been selected for the Eisteddfod AmGen. The virtual show opened today, Monday 2nd August. Links here to Y Lle Celf.
Virtual Art Show
I am very happy to announce that you can view my work and that of my peers at Carmarthen School of Art at our virtual graduation show, opening today, and available online for a year. Just click the image below to find your way in. I recommend that you put a bit of time aside […]
photos with gold
working on these gilded photos again…
putting things together
I’m now running out of space in my studio for my body – every surface is heaped, including the floor, the chairs, the tables, the shelves, the drawers… The picture shows the pile on my desk which is touching my left elbow as I write. It is a few of the things I am putting […]
I’ve made a few experiments in finding out what happens when photographic paper and photographic prints are painted with ink ( the answer? it depends on the ink, and to the extent that I had expectations, its not what I expected …)
Today I made a new stencil shape based on the kitchen window of the cottage where I grew up, and used it to look up at the evening sky.
Exploring hope again. So I am continuing work on my essay, writing about hope in the work of visual artists, but I’m also thinking about hope in my own work. How that might be. I have started a short writing workshop , and have been introduced to a powerful poem by Denise Levertov, ‘For the […]
a video fragment
A fragment of another book of the dark (video), made on Mynydd Llangyndeyrn. There is something that I like very much about this one, it may be that what I like about it is that it is so deeply imperfect, to the point of awkward. A bitter-sharp wind. My hands clumsy, numb fingers sticking out […]