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My Journey to the Ark T Centre.
"A hurricane which blows in one door and out the next"
The last forty of my actual fifty years of living have seen me climbing mountains, digging for buried ruins and visiting virtually every cathedral, Roman villa and Iron-Age hill fort in the land.
I discovered my artistic potential after 1980 when I had the opportunity to go to the North East Wales Institute for Art and design.While there I gained distinctions in Foundation Studies.
From there I went to Chelsea School of Art and graduated with a B.A. Honours degree. For about five or six years I was homeless. I loved the sense of isolation. There was no one to put pressure on me. This Odyssey encompassed many colourful events and people. I travelled on foot most of the time and visited many places. I passed through London, Cambridge and Birmingham. I visited Stratford-Upon-Avon then walked down to Bristol and Trowbridge. Travelling over Salisbury Plain, I journeyed to Salisbury itself and on to Taunton and Exmoor. I turned around and travelled back through Glastonbury, Cheddar Gorge, Bath and Swindon. My last stop was on the Ridgeway above Wantage, where I made the decision to come to Oxford after hearing there was lots of opportunities for artists there.
During my travels I was attacked by wild animals, which tried to eat me and came face to face with a murderer. I passed travellers with their vehicles and saw the deer they had killed to eat. I slept in barns at night. In a large barn near Wooton Bassett I nearly came to grief when I woke up to find myself in the middle of an all night rave.
I've stayed put now for nearly two and a half years. Since coming to Oxford I have had help to make a home for myself and have been an artist at the Ark T Centre for nearly a year. In that time I have had several articles written about me and had my sculptures on the main stage at the Baptist World Conference in Birmingham, in July.
My life is an adventure. All life is a total mystery, which I try to reflect in my sculptures. Through them I see depth in the universe and angst from my own psyche. They are each, in their own right an odyssey into the unknown. We think of ourselves as safe and protected because we have that beautiful blue sky and clouds above us. But beyond that, what is there to judge any element of security upon?
1. ’Water of Life’
2. ’Cold Universe’
3. ’Longest Day’
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