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Showing posts with label colour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colour. Show all posts

Sunday, 12 June 2011

'Operation: Door Paint!'



You may (or may not) have noticed a lull in the exciting and usually oh so lively TomRob blog, however do not fear!

My promised second part of the previous post is on its way, just postponed slightly, for now I'll run you through this past week. There was much confusion over the schedule, which meant from the original provisional committee, only three of the members (myself, Antonia and Callum) actually showed up on the Monday- then there were the ones who came for the next meeting a day early. As a result we took immediate action, Justice League style; timetables were drawn up, including a rota sheet, as well as a price list.

Things seemed to be going swimmingly - until we came up against our very own deadly Kryptonite, what I dub 'Operation: Door Paint!'.

I hear you cry 'Tom! You sad bastard!', but please bear with me. The entire team of third years gladly and dutifully painted the floors and doors during the assessments, a few weeks ago, little did we know what a farce it would turn out to be.

So why am I complaining about it, and just what is William Shatner doing in my post?

Tuesday, 31 August 2010

A little introduction

I think it's only fitting that I introduce the work which I'm currently working with, so below you for there are some examples of where I am in my practice currently. All of the paintings below and more can be found on my portfolio.


'Ian' - 2010


'Untitled 20' - 2010


'Untitled W' - 2010


The drive and inspiration I have for my work is based around several themes - identity and anonymity coupled with the passage of time and the implication of decay, both of the physical and mental state. I like to imbue a sense of temporality, as its something which we all deal with.

The figures are both framed and locked into isolation by the swathes of colour that surround them, much like our memories which serve to remind us of who we are, and what we've done - we cannot escape them and so they provide us with a mental prison which is of our own making.