It's called 'Omaggio alla Sibilla', 'Homage to the Sibilla' and is about my years spent 'neath her watchful gaze. Was up there on Midsummer's night with friends and we climbed her mountains to her cave. A stunning experience
It opens July 6 at the Per Mari e Monti Gallery in Civitanova, vialle Vittorio Veneto 59, just a short walk from the Piazza xxx Settembre.
I'm exhibiting a bunch from this series
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
Homaggio alla Sibilla
In fact I am still painting this series. Can't get it out of my head. Was up there May 1st and felt pulled towards these mountains. The sensation left me feeling weak, a feeling I couldn't explain to Liliana. You see, these mountains exert a powerful and ancient magnetism, which it is almost impossible to pull away from.
An image from the series.
An image from the series.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Homage to Sibillini
Sorry I've neglected you dear Blog, but I've been working on a series of paintings entitled 'Homage to La Sibilla'. These are about my years living by the Sibillini mountains; mountains and memories, but more than that, they sort of embedded themselves in my DNA (can I say that?) and they are coming out in dreams and thus images. I think there are ten now and I can't wait to exhibit them together. Here is the latest.
I'll put more up as I photograph them.
Schmincke Ink, that's what I'm working with now. German as you might imagine.
Germans make good ink.
I'll put more up as I photograph them.
Schmincke Ink, that's what I'm working with now. German as you might imagine.
Germans make good ink.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Skylarks
This new painting was inspired in reverse by Colin Pink's poem. Read on..
Aerial Song
The
thistledown floats in the air, idles, adrift on hidden currents,
in no hurry to land and seed. The skylarks take to the air, filling
in no hurry to land and seed. The skylarks take to the air, filling
the
sky with trilling song as they flutter upwards, ever upwards,
spiralling
into the heavens’ blue embrace, singing ardent arias
overspilling
the senses. Their voice grows louder and louder
as
they get smaller and smaller, the merest speck in the sky,
the
merest speck, almost lost to vision, until at the very point
of
vanishment, they turn wing back to earth, plunge down
through
that spiral stair carved from the air, to glide and land
upon
the sullen earth, quiet now, all song gone.
Colin Pink
17 September
2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Russian studio
I know what you're thinking!
Sad, that's what you are thinking.
Sad that I lost my studio at Sambuco!
But hey! All is not lost because look!
I've built a new one at my new home and here it is.
Sad, that's what you are thinking.
Sad that I lost my studio at Sambuco!
But hey! All is not lost because look!
I've built a new one at my new home and here it is.
It's Russian. No, really! It's a kit I imported from Russia. Less than half of the cost of an Italian one and
I've put it up in my garden, away from all those domestic noises (you know what I mean). Here's the
interior,
...spacious enough and I just need to connect water and electricity, nice eh? and I've already painted my first paintings in it so am feeling pleased. Next step, some trees, maybe roses or a nut tree. Notice dart board, Boy Scout knife, bow and arrows, tent, CD player, tennis racket...ahah!
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Sibillini Paintings
New mountain Paintings
These are a homage to the ten years I spent in the shadow of the Sibillini Mountains; a magical place and one which I miss already, living as I do now closer to the sea.
This is a winter painting, trapped ice and cold water runs
This at Springtime
Saturday, July 21, 2012
WILD
PHOTOGRAPHY; ITALY October 4 to 7, 2012
Our wild
weekend in the Magical Sibillini Mountain Park
Revitalise
your vision. Read more.. http://www.natashalythgoe.com/page/30637/news/
The Sibillini
National park is Italy's newest and apart from all the magical connections with
the Ancient Goddess religions, it is also the home of wolves, bear and
squirrels. I jest here about the squirrels (but there are lots and they are
sweet and black)... but enough to say it's full of the most fascinating fauna
and flora.
Scenically
it almost overwhelming beautiful and it is here we will spend long days,
returning knackered in the late evening to chew through our images and
generally give each other a good hard time.
And then
eat and sleep.
Your hosts
are Michael, Natasha and Mauro.
Your fellow photographers Italian and English
speaking
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