Boat Bottom Canvas

Every time I look, my hungry eyes see more. A line of Galloping surf at dusk or dawn. Spray-flecked lighthouse, defiant in brilliant white. Darting seabirds thumping down to chase silver glimmerings- or scudding clouds swirling far out to see. In need of a lick of paint? No. Anything but. Here there is the intensity…

Flags in the afternoon sun and wind, West Holt’s Stage, Glasto, by Peter Brown

Come gather together. Enter this floating city of canvas beneath flags dyed with passion, hearts fluttering; homes from home lift in the heat haze. Feel these gossamer brushstrokes, conducted beneath lavender skies. Every one as evocative as gently strummed strings.   Feast on a harvest of harmonies. ┬áLay down your cares at music’s altar. Let…

Two For Joy

  Winged wood, feathered grain Pivoting with weathervane Knotted, layered, honey-hues- Brush-stroked paint softly imbues.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017    

Draw what you see

Splodges. Squiggles. Paint blots. A lady in a headscarf? An elephant! Thus my mind went a swooping when I saw this ‘Draw what you see’ canvas outside an art shop in Bristol. It was proudly displayed on a trestle table on the pavement, and attracted a great many amateur artists. My son gravitated towards it,…

An innate sense of place

I live in the city of Bath, in the South West of England. It is a very beautiful place, and I love it for many, many reasons. I love the tall Georgian buildings that reveal their cavernous interiors through large, frame-like windows. I love the history of the place, that seems to seep out of…