About this piece
In every human activity there is the possibility of
becoming one with your work. Perhaps only for a minute or two a year, perhaps vastly more.
When you live and breathe the materials and tools of your trade, you run the risk of abandoning the endless feeding of the ego and slipping across to a state of mind where your name or status are of no concern.
Or you might get crushed by the labour and waste your
pay on beer.
Medium: oil on canvas
I am a painter and sculptor with many years’ of exhibitions, workshops and classes under my belt, mainly in East Anglia, where I’ve lived for the last 30 years.