Image JG with links
- Large A2 PRINTS
- Wassand Hall walled garden plus other views.
- Castle Howard, various views including walled gard...
- Beverley Minster, inside, print
- Minster views
- Old links to automata.
- Some cartoons
- Cards index.
- Exhibition 2016 Cataloge
- Exhibition - May 2016.
- 2015 Exhibition, Burton Bushes Wood, catalogue
- 2015 Exhibition, Video tour of Burton Bushes Wood
- Dementia - an impression
- Make a tall rocket from A4 printed sheets
- 2018 Calendar
- Dementia - a personal view using art.
- Pictures from 2012
Saturday, 19 May 2018
The town was very quiet this morning. Unusually, several stalls were empty in the colourful Saturday Market, all very strange.I wondered why until someone reminded me of a wedding taking place. I visited Carluccio's for a coffee and a catch up with a friend and then returned home. On the radio ...... THE WEDDING commentary ! So, I gave in and put the television on, vows were being exchanged, then some wonderful singing from the choir followed by the excellent cello playing of Sheku Kanneh-Mason. I found that I was actually enjoying it all. Well all the best to them for a happy future.
It was a lovely sunny day, off I went, into the South Dalton area again. The cow parsley in the hedges is at its peak. Wonderful. Hawthorne hedges, bridesmaids bouquets, is also gloriously covered in flowers, May blossom. Trails of beautiful white flowers, flowing from the parent plant exude a heavy fragrance, which on passing lifts the spirits. The hedgerows continue to look wonderful, bluebells here and there, slashes of crimson pink campion, in particular, and some subtle wild flowers whose identity eludes me. I parked up in the shade of a dense copse, and made sure George was comfortable before setting up. This view is looking towards Holme Wold Farm. Most of the farm is hidden by the surrounding trees. As I painted the soft chirruping noises of foraging partridges could be heard as they approached me via the tractor 'runways'. On seeing me they exploding into flight and cruised off into the distance. Otherwise the day, was very quiet. Ethereal. A distant call, a mewing sound, alerted me that there was a buzzard, or was it a red kite, above me. It remained invisible until closer, on broad wings it soared past effortlessly, scouring the land for food. Orange tipped butterflies are still to be seen and are now joined by small blues. I also spotted a lone plover fly past. Again, I felt rather sad, as, as a young boy I would see huge flocks, so I adjourned to the Pipe and Glass for a coffee.
Uploaded by John Geekie at May 19, 2018
Thursday, 17 May 2018
A cool day, though not a bad as yesterday when we had an artic wind... in mid May!
So, out again. Not too far, near Holme on the Moor, on the Middleton on the Wolds road, passing hedges full of cow parsley, campion, buttercups, cowslips and trimmed hawthorn hedges with fresh reddish growth sprouting into life. Yellowhammers are numerous and I think I saw a cuckoo flying along a low hedge in a strange undulating flight as I approached it flipped over the hedge and out of sight, is it too early? Perhaps not, even the swifts are here now,
This view, good for my art students, is looking up at Lair Hill House. It is beautifully situated with lots of interesting outbuildings and surrounded by a protective bank of trees. As I painted lots of huge vehicles passed by, massive tractors with raised rolling gear and agricultural bulk carriers. All courteously slowing down as they passed. A beautiful day.
Uploaded by John Geekie at May 17, 2018
Wednesday, 9 May 2018
Uploaded by John Geekie at May 09, 2018
Tuesday, 8 May 2018
Today is forecast to be the last of the recent hot days, so I set off, and eventually stopped, via a walking tour of Lund, and inspecting the pond at North Dalton, to this spot, near Holme on the Wolds. As I drove to the site, I saw a huge, low flying buzzard, slowly flapping its massive, broad wings, flying unhurriedly as it ignored a pair of attacking crows. Further along, I saw a red kite, soaring effortlessly, it's forked tail busy articulating as it flew. Suddenly, a crow appeared and tried to chase it away with no effect. In fact, the kite wheeled round resulting in the crow flying away, the kite prodding it along. I set up the Pochade box and started the painting. In front of me a field with serried rows of embryonic cereal, revealed at a distance, the silhouette, of a lone hare sitting upright. The calls of a plover made me look up in time to see the characteristic broad winged dive, always so dramatic. Sad, however to see just this lone bird, as a child I would see flocks of hundreds. As I painted, a car pulled up and a man got out and walked through the cereal field. Later as he returned, we talked about the crop, I assumed he was a farmer but in fact, he was an agronomist. I mentioned the need for rain, and he agreed saying "though not too much". We reflected on the wildlife and how rich it was in this area in particular the numerous French partridge. A local resident passed with his lovely, curious golden Labrador, which was carrying a plastic bottle, all the time wagging his tail. I finished the painting and adjourned to the Pipe and Glass for a coffee, feeling the weather was already changing.
Monday, 7 May 2018
Uploaded by John Geekie at May 07, 2018
Thursday, 3 May 2018
|Oil on canvas 12 x 10 inch|
Hope you like it.
Uploaded by John Geekie at May 03, 2018
Tuesday, 1 May 2018
Oil on canvas 12 x 10 inch.
Late afternoon looking over fields with bright yellow oil seed rape starting to bloom. The distant call of a Peewit (Lapwing) made me smile. I remember seeing huge flicks of these birds, with their broad blunt wings, and recall, how during the flying display of the male bird, the dramatic, sudden tumbling dive towards the ground was a wonder to see. This view is looking towards a hidden Holme Wold House with St. Mary's spire at South Dalton in the distance. The wind made the canvas flap a little which is another hazard of painting outdoors, as well as causing small harvest flies to get stuck to the canvas. Behind me was an intriguing, deep little valley. When I peered into it I saw lots of fine red cattle with calves. They found their way to the gate beside me and became very inquisitive.
Fortunately the H U G E bull remained at the bottom of the valley. Behind me also, to my left was another farm Wold House Farm, a future subject.
Uploaded by John Geekie at May 01, 2018
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
|12 x 10 inch oil on canvas.|
Another warm day saw me driving down meandering lanes, passing large, rolling, arable fields protected by neat hawthorn hedges, eventually stopping at Huggate. This view, looking north, on a still, slightly hazy, sunny day appeared possible. The house seemed to be protected by the trees around it and the huge barn reminds us of the agricultural relevance of this area of the Wolds. The distant horizon was a little paler than I have shown , though not significantly more so. I liked the very pale pink of the lower horizon and the foreground sheep. I laid out the essential details and visited the next day to continue the painting. The public house, The Wolds Inn, is just to my left and I decided to partake of it's hospitality, having a sandwich and an apple juice ( cider ) while sitting outside in their beer garden. Driving away from Huggate I stopped and walked George. After a few minutes I discovered some hidden valleys, very dramatic, making me think about a future painting. Then, as if from nowhere, lots of horse riders passed me. After a canter from the valley below they slowed to a trot and then a walk, and, as they passed we exchanged some views about the weather, and I noticed the last rider had number 302 on her back.
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 25, 2018
Thursday, 19 April 2018
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 19, 2018
Wednesday, 18 April 2018
|Plein air, oil on canvas 12 x 10 inch|
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 18, 2018
Monday, 16 April 2018
|12 x 10 oil on canvas|
A cheerful sight of a bright yellow, yellowhammer, made me smile as i packed up....'a little bit of bread and nooooo..... cheeeeeese"
Hope you like it.
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 16, 2018
Thursday, 12 April 2018
|12 x 10 oil on canvas|
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 12, 2018
Sunday, 8 April 2018
|!2 x 10 Oil on canvas|
Back in Beverley I met the mother of one of my students ( AG ) and we had a lovely chat, as a fellow artist I hope you like this picture.
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 08, 2018
Thursday, 5 April 2018
|12 x10 inch, oil on canvas.|
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 05, 2018
Wednesday, 4 April 2018
|12 x 10 inch, oil on canvas.|
( ... always makes me feel like singing
" Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day....)
anyway it is a small farming hamlet. It has rained so much recently I have wondered about building an ark, and indeed I managed only to sketch this onto the canvas before it rained again. So I had to finish it at home. It will be so good to get some dry weather. I hastily moved over to the Pipe and Glass, at South Dalton for a bowl of soup.
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 04, 2018
Monday, 2 April 2018
Uploaded by John Geekie at April 02, 2018
Monday, 26 March 2018
|The set up.|
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 26, 2018
Sunday, 25 March 2018
The quiet tranquil road lead past grazing horses, indeed, coming towards me along the road were two horse riders, heading for the nearby equine training centre. A rural scene. The trees planted along this road are magnificent and border the local estate of Dalton House. The quietude, no motor car noises, is unusual and bird noises seemed especially clear. Sudden, loud, honking sounds occasionally echoed around me a geese flew overhead. Above me kites circled on lazy wings as I painted. I needed two visits and today I was joined by a lovely friendly terrier, later retrieved by two people who had come down the road looking for her. Doreen would have loved this view.
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 25, 2018
Wednesday, 21 March 2018
|South Dalton 12 x 10 oil on canvas|
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 21, 2018
Friday, 16 March 2018
In time I will be painting again, but for now, I am lost, my strength is weakening and now after the initial frenzy of necessary things to do, I am missing her more. Yet I must remember I have been blessed with so many memories... it just hurts.
Here is a picture of a smiling D'reen just last October on her birthday. Pat, the flowers were from you, and she loved them.
Link to video with pictures and dialogue
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 16, 2018
Thursday, 8 March 2018
I was en route to see friends in Hull and had time to detour to try another painting, however, after walking George I only had time to do a sketch. I saw this building, actually two cottages, nicely framed by huge, ivy covered trees. It was an obvious choice. Just out of view, a man was fixing a garage door, I almost felt like asking if he needed help. It is so nice just to sketch and really look at what you are doing. The twittering of some birds made me look across and I saw two long tailed tits and a lone bluetit, can you see them. Spring is definitely here now with lots of bird activity. I had almost finished when cars came and parked in front of me - they thought I may have been from the council, so I said "We were knocking the cottages down and putting in a roundabout,".....before admitting I was simply sketching.
I will add a wash to this sketch soon.
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 08, 2018
Monday, 5 March 2018
I set off to visit the "The Art of Terence Cuneo" exhibition at Hull University though, as the weather was so much better, I changed my mind and detoured to Risby. I found myself near the remains of an Italianate terraced garden. It was fascinating to read the history of the place, the terraces easily visible from where I painted this picture. As I painted I heard the honking of a skein of geese to my left, flying low, before settling rather aristocratically with their 'noses' in the air. A buzzard flew lazily by and then all was quiet. This is only the second painting this year and I am still rather rusty. Yet it was good to be painting again. Suddenly a car pulled up on the narrow road. It was a colleague from my time teaching at Beverley Grammar School ( founded AD700 - a note for my friends in 'The Colonies' ).
We had a lovely chat as we recounted various times and other colleagues.
We had a lovely chat as we recounted various times and other colleagues.
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 05, 2018
Friday, 2 March 2018
I have been fortunate to have had my work regarding D'reen selected for the exhibition. The pleasure I felt at having these pictures accepted and on display is that poor Doreen died, in my arms, on the 12th March, and thus they have become a poignant though ultimately important tryptich marking the end of a ten year journey. God bless you Doreen, you were absolutely perfect and loving and utterly supportive to me and so many others.
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 02, 2018
Thursday, 1 March 2018
I am pleased to say that these pictures have been selected for the Beverley and East Riding Open Art Exhibition. I would like to thank the curator and selectors for their help and encouragement.
The finished picture needs to be explained.
Doreen is shown lying back, an element of perspective emphasises her downturned mouth. Her mouth is open, a large area of blackness, a repeating darkness. The faceted face is asymmetrical yet balanced. Her head is tilted slightly, indicating that her equilibrium is off balance.
The face is faceted the eyes open, yet unseeing, her hair falls onto tilted shoulders with another perspective element emphasising a slight diminution to the left hand side. There is something about the hair. It looks like it could be wings, a wing either side of her head. The Left hand wing is damaged, again a metaphor, yet also there is a finality about this, the damaged wing ultimately dooming the ability to feed and eat and survive. Stepping back you can see the wings provoke a suggestion of an angel. An angel flying away, flying higher, but that its damaged wing may mean that it cannot ascend quickly, efficiently, it needs to struggle to get away.
To the left of the head there is a linear conjunction of shapes making a line which touches and enters the upper forehead, here it stops, though there is evidence of continuity past the head to the right hand side.
The head has been hit, has been entered and damaged?
A bar has hit the head, and caused damage to the brain.
Below this bar, either side of the head larger shapes represent partial recall, memories of people who may be recognised as familiar, though not necessarily recognisable. Something about them is familiar, but what?
Is the flesh coloured triangle on the right hand side John the husband of 40 + years.
Above the 'bar' we see smaller triangular shapes, smaller memories, some are family members, parents and sisters, some are our dogs. But they are fading, they are in focus and organised but the next second the are discordant and confused. Some of the triangles lie adjacent to ones of similar colour making it difficult at first glance to identify where one stops and the other starts.
Dark shapes, black holes? Memory voids?
Occasionally there are flashes of much more distant memories, of people, of words, 'woebegone' mountains and lakes.
The shapes, mainly triangular, can be seen as delta shapes, a mathematical symbol of change, her representing change, deterioration and ultimately an ending. Standing back again some of these delta shapes combine to produce arrow heads flying away, taking away, taking memories away.
The shapes coalesce and some form slip planes, areas of structural failure, of memory weaknesses. Memories become darker and are disappearing off the edge of the picture.
Below the head Doreen is enshrouded by her comforter.
She is wearing her striped top which can be seen below her head.
The whole picture is made up of colours found in the face. The person and the surrounding memories are thus linked, are one, are shared.
Uploaded by John Geekie at March 01, 2018
Wednesday, 28 February 2018
Uploaded by John Geekie at February 28, 2018
Wednesday, 14 February 2018
|Oil on canvas 12 x 10 inch|
I saw this area, near the last lock that is being renovated and thought it might work as a picture. It does not matter really. It was so good to get out and paint. Few people ventured out though a group did appear in the distance, one of whom wore a bright red jacket, so I quickly tried to add them. Glad to be back.
Uploaded by John Geekie at February 14, 2018
Monday, 5 February 2018
Today marked a significant point regarding the commemoration of the loss of three HULL trawlers within a short time of each other. It resulted in many safety improvements for those involved in this hazardous life at sea. I like to think of the efforts of the headscarf housewives, in particular Lillian Belocca who championed the fishermens' cause.
At this time of remembrance and also the 100th anniversary of women getting the vote I thought this illustration was apposite.
Uploaded by John Geekie at February 05, 2018