March of the Beltoft Giants 2

Oil on canvas
100cmx100cm
2nd prize winner - 2021 open exhibition 2011
To take a closer look, see this image in the 2012&2013 gallery section.
In the blog I will explain the visual language in my paintings and sculptures. This week's focus is on the painting titled 'March of the Beltoft Giants'
If I were to chose which landscape to walk in, it would always be the Lake District National Park. However, the landscape I live in is a complete opposite. Farmland surrounds my house and I am lucky enough to be able walk out of my house across fields and through copses. Dominating this walk are electrical pillions. When I first moved here, I found them alien and forboding, but as developed a relationship with the landscape and its wildlife, I grew to appreciate their beauty. They became more than carriers of power. They spoke their own language - crackling when it rained, humming with high humidity, clacking in high winds and so silent on warm, bright days. They became giants that moved along the landscape, hand in hand in one continuous caravan.
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March of the Beltoft Giants 2

Oil on canvas
100cmx100cm
2nd prize winner - 2021 open exhibition 2011
To take a closer look, see this image in the 2012&2013 gallery section.
In the blog I will explain the visual language in my paintings and sculptures. This week's focus is on the painting titled 'March of the Beltoft Giants'
If I were to chose which landscape to walk in, it would always be the Lake District National Park. However, the landscape I live in is a complete opposite. Farmland surrounds my house and I am lucky enough to be able walk out of my house across fields and through copses. Dominating this walk are electrical pillions. When I first moved here, I found them alien and forboding, but as developed a relationship with the landscape and its wildlife, I grew to appreciate their beauty. They became more than carriers of power. They spoke their own language - crackling when it rained, humming with high humidity, clacking in high winds and so silent on warm, bright days. They became giants that moved along the landscape, hand in hand in one continuous caravan.
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Date:
08/08/12
Location:
Photographer: