Three Feathers: Acrylic on canvas Triptych Framed Each panel 400 x 400 mm Click
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When I am out walking I have time to think, to muse on ideas. Sometimes this can
turn into a tune, “a hum” as Winnie the Pooh called it. Sometimes that idea stays
with me until I get home and becomes a song or a tune, such as the River Wherever
and Rainswept tunes, or a picture. In this instance, I had collected some white feathers
found on the track through Moreton Woods at the back of Bovington Camp. I painted
the feathers and then one night, I woke up with a connection and wrote it all down.
It’s exploring an idea, that is all, but I am proud that a simple object can stimulate
strong feelings if we allow them to.
When this was exhibited, an elderly man who saw it was surprised that someone of
my generation would be moved to write something like this and he thanked me for making
this artwork. I told him that I thought that war was terrible and that the first
world war especially so. I don’t think we should ever forget the mess that the arrogant
governments at that time got innocent people into.
Perhaps one day, we shall look back on the financial mess that Banks are allowed
to create and think similar thoughts?