The End
In this 10th year of the 3rd Millennia I am 85 years old and while not decrepit am
obviously ageing. Perhaps I am soon to enact my Earth-time finale – a not an
entirely unhappy thought at this time in life! Still working, I recently discovered the
latest digital/laser technology (if that is what they call it) enabling small images to be
blown up on canvas; not necessarily on huge canvases, but I did get carried away by the
seemingly magical visual process. It also provided a way of using up various texts
I’d written over the years – which to myself at least often appeared to be more
meaningful than some of the iconic forums I’d previously been using. The enlarged
print combined with other visually sympathetic forms – was easily readable from the
viewing distance of, for example, a 120 x 90 cm canvas. Secondly, the combined pictures of
text and non-textual forms became of much more poetical – event Zen interest when
presented in a Fine Art, painting context.
Collectively, the works seem to achieve a not quite definitive full stop to my 60 or
more years of Art and image-making. If I had to invent a name for an exhibition of
the dozen or so canvas’s, prints, paintings or whatever they appear to be, I’d
call it - ‘Images and words as images
As for my six or more fortunate decades of being allowed to practise as an artist,
largely surviving by lecturing and teaching due to the invaluable patronage of the
incomparable institutions of Britain’s Art Education system – then attempting
to express gratitude for such an incredible opportunity by simply saying ‘Thank
you!’ seems entirely inadequate – but ‘Thank you!’.