Abstract Life

This is the only abstract painting I have ever done. Although I enjoyed doing it, I kept wanting to create images. I enjoyed just working...

This is the only abstract painting I have ever done. Although I enjoyed doing it, I kept wanting to create images. I enjoyed just working the colours, even though the temptation was to begin to build-up the shapes that began emerging. By the time I had finished, the scene had begun to take on hints of a city overlooking the ocean with tiny boats reflected in the water…or so it looked to my eye.

Abstract Life (Wall-hanging. 114×56 cm)

The more this idea formed, the more I could ‘see’ buildngs and windows in a busy city, with the moon overlooking a calm ocean, and brightly-coloured boats sailing quietly in the light of the moon.

Can you remember as children making shapes appear on the wallpaper or staring at the coal-fire whilst whole scenes came to life. Lazy days, watching the clouds form into giant faces and weird-shaped animals. Therein lies the abstract, the mind’s eye.

Time to Stop & Stare

(Leisure)

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep, or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

by Welsh poet & writer,

William Henry Davies 1871 – 1940