PEN DRAWINGS
My way of passing time, is not always understood
Drawing has always been my constant way of understanding the world
A Poetic Sensibility: Those paintings, and drawings, which most fully express the spiritual world, the soul of humanity, a sense of the Divine. I have never been able to shake off my childhood conviction that this world is a world of magic and wonder, and our existence here on this planet, and the existence of the universe itself, is somehow improbable, ultimately inexplicable and mysterious.
A drawing can start out as being simple and crude, but if it is pushed to the limit, a good result can be obtained.
I enjoy just letting my mind, and imagination wander, and let the drawing develop spontaneously.
Two people meet over a game of chance.
This is a confused image of a dream, or possibly a nightmare.
A free drawing, some are bad, others good; the more efford put into making the drawing the better and more compelling it becomes.
This is a kind of a fighter, not a man to tangle with, alone.
I can sit for hours making these drawings, I never run out of patience, and I am nearly always surprised at the results. Drawing this way is a form of meditation, not in the sense that it relaxes me, or, takes my troubles away; but in that when I draw I enter deeply into myself, and explore my interior life.
A man carrying a heavy load, but proud in his strength.
I do like this image, it came upon me by surprise, and I am delighted to see it once more.
I imagined a carved head made out of plaster, or some hard stone; sitting unmoved on its plinth.
A man standing with the moon and the sun on his head.
Some drawings are completed at speed, others take a little longer to arrive at a satisfactory result. I never know where my wanderings will lead me, and I try to stay open to all possibilities; there is a critic that lives somewhere inside my head, and is always intervening to censor what I am drawing; and I am sure it is right to set some limits on my activity. In the end my work is the outcome of the person I am, the things I have learnt throughout life, my bad angels, and my good angels.
A man made from the shapes of moon, sun, and chequer board pattern.
A kind of a zig-zag man assending the stairs.
Two people that amusingly appear to be made from the body of a coat rack.
A face with a wicked grin.
I have found the longer you work on a bad drawing, and do not give up, the better the drawing you accomplish in the end. This is my true experience, I am not the best or most skilled of draughtsmen, drawing has always been a struggle and a pleasure for me. My only virtue over the years has been that I am resilient and never give up.
A head on a cubist body, more like a house than a man.
A man with a Greek hair style.
A totem pole.
A walking man.
The imagery I use in my paintings, develops in drawings which in their initial stages are made from the simplest of elements: from point to line, triangle, square, and circle... I tend to work in drawing books, and complete a series of images before starting to paint. The images are obtained by a process of automatic drawing, (taking a line for a walk!) and after completing a number of these drawings, a theme, and a subject-matter emerges and begins to impose itself, more and more, onto the white of the paper.
A man in mummy raps.
A woman and a skeleton.
This image reminds me of the numerous times I have walked into a sculptor’s work shop to find a plaster sculpture of a head and shoulders resting on a platform, waiting for the sculptor to enter and resume his/her work.
This drawing of a head is a complex mixture of form and shape, the subject is not so much the head, as the intertwining of forms in space.
A drawing of an encounter between a man and a woman.
A mirrored image of a head fixed on a pole, the hair blowing wildly in the breeze, perhaps a symbol of change, and continuity in movement.
An image of a fish-man, a man whose lower body is that of a fish. The fishman is a well-known figure in myth and legend, and he is said to be the type of the initiate, the head of a sacred sect, or mystical group.
A drawing of two Greeks returning from Troy, a soldier in the background eyes them admiringly.
A drawing of a chalice type cup or object, the spiked horns suggesting a Viking, or Northman reference; the intricately worked patterns on its surface suggestive of great artifice, made from gold, a ritual object.
A head drawn in an African style, a mask which has animal tusk features, and exaggerated eyes, nose, and mouth.
A small and intimate drawing of a head.
Again, in the sculptor’s studio, a large sculpture of a head sits on the table, the sculptor stands behind his work looking directly at us.
To draw a graffito is an excuse and a liberation, it is what all artists most envy and admire in children’s artwork, and the evidence of what our education has robbed us of. We must not be too dismissive of all that we have learned since childhood, however we do require to attain some perspective.
Again, in the sculptor’s studio, a large sculpture of a head sits on the table, the sculptor stands behind his work looking directly at us.
A drawing of a figure carved out of a tree trunk, the belly hollowed out so that it is possible to climb in and shelter from the rain.
A woman kneels, resting her hand on her right knee, praying, or meditating on her private thoughts.
This is my attempt at drawing a geisha girl, she raises her arms gracefully, her movements are slow and deliberate, she dances.
A woman sits in the foreground dominating the scene, other figures populate the ground around her.
A man sits a top of a strange looking horse. The horse is half man, and half horse, the combination of the two figures, the moon, and the sun in the sky, contribute to an unreal atmosphere.
An image of a fish-man, a man whose lower body is that of a fish. The fishman is a well-known figure in myth and legend, and he is said to be the type of the initiate, the head of a sacred sect, or mystical group.
A drawing of a central figure wearing an elaborate head dress, complimented by an equally eccentric hair style; the body is composed of geometrical shapes and abstract forms.
A figure of a sculptor’s work is in the foreground, a man lies prostrate on his back.
Two figures walk carefully down a moving staircase.
A man cries out "fire" in a crowded room.
This image reminds me of the numerous times I have walked into a sculptor’s work shop to find a plaster sculpture of a head and shoulders resting on a platform, waiting for the sculptor to enter and resume his/her work.
A drawing of a central figure, a kind of mask or a dream buddy.
A drawing of two Greeks returning from Troy, a soldier in the background eyes them admiringly.
A figure with his arms raised in fright, or possibly excitement, he is enjoying the sea, bathing in water.
A woman sits in the foreground dominating the scene, other figures populate the ground around her.
An image of two bulls’ heads, one of them hallowed by a ring, they look out on us defiant and proud in their strength.
A large head with even larger ears, has a large mop of hair; and is obviously a person of wealth and great spiritual significance.