Exhibitions and Activities

Art Projects, Miscellaneous Ramblings, Poetry, Travel, Uncategorized

Tomorrow night (8th November) I’ll be part of a little exhibition at Kaya Gallery in Plymouth.  They’re a wonderful little establishment who saw some of my other pieces being framed across the road and asked for more information about ‘the artist’.

I was headhunted!  ME!

I will also be doing a small poetry reading, exploring my other love of words, the embers of which were stoked by my buddy friend, Plymouth’s Bard.

Sea of Consciousness

Sea of Consciousness – 2018

 

So my latest piece; ‘Sea of Consciousness’ has been framed and looks pretty rad.  I have to thank Graham at Armada framing on the Barbican for his wonderful work at an incredible price as usual.

Kaya Gallery have some beautiful originals by Robert Lenkiewicz, a local Plymouth legend fabled for his eccentricities.  He is known for never being a sucker to the ‘London Art Scene’ (a man after my own heart) and created some stunning paintings during his career.  Art Goals.

Check out his story, it’s fascinating.

 

Robert Lenkiewicz - Self Portrait

Robert Lenkiewicz – Self Portrait

 

I feel like i’m pushing through to a new layer of exploration in my career.  Two years ago, almost to the day, I decided to take life by the balls and be ‘An Artist’,  whatever that means now.  I was in Vietnam, driving through the countryside, alone, and realisation hit me like a tuk tuk, the stark fact that I was born a creative, magnetised towards music, poetry, painting, crafting.  Novelty.

 

Tam Coc, Vietnam

Wonderful Vietnam

 

And now, things are flowing, more rapidly as each day goes by.  I am now officially self employed, I have moved into a wonderful house on the edge of Dartmoor, the walls drip with inspiration (or damp, it is 300 years old).  No, but really, it’s a beautiful space within which I feel comfortable and motivated.

 

 

 

I have so much support from all my friends and family which is more rad than words can express.  My mum’s house will soon be structurally unsound due to the amount of paintings she has of mine.  That’s what mum’s are for eh? My sister, Nikki and her husband Joe have been angels.  I don’t think I can sum up enough words to thank them for letting me live with them for the past few months and for helping me set myself up in the South West.

So once again, thank you, Universe.

And thanks to me, for not giving up.  For manifesting continuously.  For not letting doubts win.  For believing in my own truth.

I’m patting myself on the back right now.

LB

https://www.kayagallery.co.uk/

 

 

 

 

 

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Paper Moon

Poetry

 

Dystoia 2

 

My paper moon moves with me

Continuum connection

Matching my speed

With interstellar accuracy

 

Citrus streetlights pass

Warped wobble glow gas

Fuelled by extinctions

In the distant past

 

It seems to me

Distance is deceiving

Objects further away may appear larger here

 

There it is:

That ache

in the hole

that holds

my soul

 

As I see a small person

Perched on a knee

And I try to imagine

A smaller version of me

 

But as I scramble through my bag

Through tobacco sand

Handout promises

Plastic lunches

Ink dreams

Ripped seams

I know then

my legs couldn’t bear

The weight of a life

Other than mine

 

But I’ll always have my paper moon

It’s Somme solemn face

Battle battered

Crinkles and creases

Never ceases

To stay by my side

A hankerchief reminder

Silken lace white

Of a souls delight

In remembering the dream it had

 

Last life

 

How, you might ask, does one

Revel in mammals joy?

That rolling in grass feeling

Basking in the sunlight

Of tasks ignored

 

When the human cult

Catapults

A child’s soul

Through the rigmarole

Of a topsy turbo turvy twisted

Whirling dervish

A life of service

At the toes

Of wrong gods

 

The odds

are against us

 

And yet

 

The Universe pays no mind

It chuckle trickles entropic sand

Through quantum hourglass

Particles entwined

Reality collapse

 

Relax

Wax

Paper

Moon