Rowley Gallery Blog
Christopher Corr has made a series of prints of water for The Nightingale Project, to be displayed at The Woodland Centre, an adult mental health unit at Hillingdon Hospital. He just sent us these images, no words, they speak for themselves, a river of pictures. Continue reading “Corr By The River”
Andrew Walton recently called in to see us on a visit to London from Oxford, and he kindly allowed me to scan his sketchbook. It is filled with a surprising cast of characters hinting at an intriguing automatic narrative. After a closer look I found …I am not sure why I write these things especially as I’m still clueless as to why I make all these drawings of people… Continue reading “Company”
Last October Howard Phipps wrote about Eggardon for Frames Of Reference, and he sent me a postcard from the nearby church of St Basil in Toller Fratrum, noting on the back that John Piper was keen on the font. It is either late Saxon or early Norman, with crudely carved figures on a limestone carousel and such an endearing image I wished he could have used it in his Eggardon post. Continue reading “A Talkative Font”
It looks like 2013 is going to be the year of the goat. This calendar turned up under the Christmas tree. It’s full of spectacular photographs of goats in trees, mostly in Morocco. They reminded me of a meeting last summer in Cornwall with another adventurous goat. Continue reading “Goats In Trees”
El Botero is in Toledo, at the northern end of Calle de San Marcos. Marcos I am reliably informed means frames, so an auspicious location. Maybe St Mark is the patron saint of picture framers? It seems unlikely. But El Botero is certainly a fortunate spot. Continue reading “Feliz Año Nuevo”
Another photograph from the Guardian’s Eyewitness series. These are some of the 500 sculptures of Father Christmas created by students of the sand artist Sudarshan Pattnaik on the beach at Puri in Orissa, India.
Over the last few weeks David Hollington has regularly been bringing us new paintings. Sometimes he brings just one, other times he arrives with a couple, and each time they’re increasingly more seasonal, almost like an advent calendar counting down to Christmas. Continue reading “Winter’s Herald”
