Monk is a strange and solitary figure.
He slips between worlds, but belongs to none of them. Often I don’t know I’m painting Monk’s world. I finish a picture and realise it needs Monk in there to feel complete.
Most elements of a painting communicate with me while I’m creating them.
Monk doesn’t.
He (or perhaps she?) simply is.
Monk’s World
Forest Monk
Monk pauses for a moment. He wonders why the birds are so agitated.
Acrylic and Inks on Paper
30cm x 42cm
Monk at Sunset
Monk pauses to watch the sun begin to sink. Has he far to travel? He never lets me know.
Acrylic and Ink on Paper
30cm x 21cm
Monk Pauses
Just for a moment, just to catch breath, Monk pauses and leans on his staff.
Then he walks on.
Ink on Paper
15cm x 21cm
Monk Takes Some Shade
In the heat of the midday sun, Monk pauses beneath a friendly tree to benefit from a moment of shade.
Ink on Paper
21cm x 30cm
Monk in Winter
SOLD
Bitterly cold. Alone. A long way from shelter.
Monk’s journey is both hardship and joy.
Ink on Paper
30cm x 42cm
Monk at the Lookout
Monk stands on the lookout. Is he looking how far he’s come, or how far there still is to go?
Ink on Paper
15cm x 21cm
Mounted to 21cm x 30cm
Monk Between Two Trees
Trees remind monk - and me - of how much growing we all still have to do.
Ink on Paper
15cm x 21cm
Monk at Dawn with Distant Mountains
Monk’s day starts early and the path is long.
Acrylics on Canvas Board
21cm x 30cm
Monk on the Edge
Monk is struggling. Shapes seem to be blending into each other and the world has lost its share.
A vision? Or is Monk just tired?
Acrylics and Ink on paper
24cm x 30cm