Ariel's Song.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange. 
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Refrain. Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.

From Shakespeare’s, The Tempest, Act I, Scene II.

‘It is like a battle in a dream,’ observed Paul Nash at the Battle of Ypres, 1917 Nash’s paintings inspired my way of thinking about the dream-like quality of the battlefield.
My Grandfather, the same age as Nash, was wounded by an artillery shell in the battle of the Somme, in 1916.
Beginning with a search of the photographic record of no-man’s land, I started making photomontages before painting.


Oval Paintings