At the still point of the turning world
Oil on stretched Canvas
92 x 122 x 4cm
Painting continues over sides. No need to frame unless desired.
Ready to hang.
In my paintings I strive to capture what I see, and imagine, and feel as an artist in nature. I love viewers of my paintings to feel like they have experienced similar scenes themselves and in response to seeing my art become more aware of the beauty, and mystery of their surroundings. Pareidolia is a visual sensation rarely heard of but is so common that everyone has experienced it. It is where someone sees faces, a pattern, or image of something that does not actually exist, for example a face in a cloud.
When we are captivated by beauty, something fills your senses, and time seems to stand still. It could be experiencing a gorgeous sunset, or a beach or music. But in this moment of stillness, there is also movement. The world is still turning.
This decaying tree along the Peel Harvey Estuary looked like a ballet dancer to me and the cloud softly formed the silhouette of her face. Dancers practise stillness and also movement in their performances. The swallows symbolise stillness and movement as one flies with the turning world, the other waits in stillness.
The title is from a poem by T. S. Eliot, ‘Burnt Norton,’ 1935
At the still point of the turning world (from The Four Quartets)At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.