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craig askew


Craig Askew

Craig Askew

Paint, Sculpture, Print

Somerset
United Kingdom


Galleries

  • Baxters, Dartmouth
  • Blue Indigo Gallery, Teignmouth
  • Buy the sea, Ilminster
  • Coombe Street Gallery, Lyme Regis
  • Emerald Picture Framing & Gallery, Chalfont St. Peter
  • Ginger Fig gifts and gallery, Taunton
  • Love-local (online gallery), Exmouth
  • Rowbury Gallery, Plymouth
  • Westcroft Gallery, Kingsand
sea flower series no.17

sea flower series no.17

Original
Acrylic on board
28cm x 28cm

Introduction

This latest body of work is about the border between the land and the sea and an attempt to capture the essence of this meeting, sometimes in storm and sometimes in calm.

 

Statement

  

When I am by the sea it is the place that I feel most alive and connected. The place where the land meets the sea, and where the sea meets the sky, it is here that I paint and draw.I am drawn to the raw nature of the sea when in storm and entranced by its surface on a calm summer’s day.  The sound of it as it gently laps on the sand or the crash as rollers smash into the rocks; it is the smell and the taste of the sea. 

Notes and observations from my journals and sketchbooks that help in the making of my paintings:

As I looked tomorrow began to appear, the birds called out to it in greeting; the lark, the curlew and the gull, each in turn calling. As the mist cleared the day had begun and across the water the oyster catchers shrieked their song  as they zig zagged back and forth. More light on the horizon and the darkness gave way to light as a small yacht sailed back into the dark. I looked towards the light.The  darkness gave birth to a beautiful dawn. The sea breathed a gentle  sigh and it ran around the rocks, A storm erupted and the sea rolled on. Through the grey mist and mizzle I saw a boat, ghostly appear. The dark clouds massed to my right and moving slowly across the bay, eventually the distant headland disappeared into the sky, the sea and storm. The gentle light fell upon the sea; now dappled and blinking, an intense dazzling white against flashes of deep intense dark. The cloud hung low and nearby a blackbird calls whilst across the bay a solitary white sailed yacht appears to float suspended above the horizon. 

All of this I try to get into my work, often
it is a record of a moment in time, a memory or an expression of a
place I know intimately.