I am keen to continue to create without using conventional methods. My starting point for these pictures was to be influenced by marks made in the environment. I placed sixteen one meter square canvasses into the environment in different locations and left them for six weeks. The locations were recorded with photos and sketches and their longitudes and latitudes were noted. Only twelve were recovered with some lost due to the tide and human activity. After a great deal of analyzing the marks on the surface I was able to create 2 dimensional pictures. Throughout the making period I critically reflected on all aspects of current affairs and added these, allowing the work to change and evolvtogether in a sensitive proliferation with a simplified use of the narrative.  

The following two paintings have been painted for the World Art Games in Croatia, for the theme of Love and Peace.

 
 

Always in my Heart

Mixed Media on Canvas
60x50 cm
Michael West 2012 

 

 
 

  Spirit of the Games

 Mixed media.
70x60cm
Michael West 2012

 

 

I like to incorporate use sign, symbol, colour, and form into my paintings. There may be many layers and meanings to the work in a combination of childhood and adult culture, enabling its own cryptic narrative. "intuition alone can create from deep within" This allows for the work to be led by its own process. The end result of this process may be abstract or even naive. Allowing creativity to enact its own outcome in this way taps into the child within; without the boundary's that often hold us back as adults. As young children we draw or paint without the constraints of education and indoctrination allowing for a more honest interpretation of surroundings, likes, and dislikes.


 
Anthropomorphism series

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Anthropomorphism 02

Anthropomorphism  05

Anthropomorphism 04 

Anthropomorphism   03 

Athropomorphism 01

Anthropomorphism 06

Anthropomorphism  07

Anthropomorphism   08

Anthropomorphism 09

Anthropomorphism 10

Anthropomorphism 11

 

        

 

  Universal Spirit, Earth serie

Universal Spirit, Earth series 03 by Michael West

Darwinium Soil, Universal Earth Spirit 03

Universal Spirit, Earth series 02 by Michael West

Universal Spirit, Earth series 02 

Soil on canvas Buried for six weeks , a metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic, but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.   Universal Spirit 02 mixed media on canvas Buried for six weeks , a metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic, but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.

Universal Spirit, Earth series by Michael West 

Universal Spirit, Earth series  02

Universal Spirit, Earth series 04 by Michael West

Universal Spirit, Earth series 04 

 

Journey’s End

 

 Can I take you on a journey -
Lets begin by being friends,
We can travel through and find the path

Where all past heartaches end.

 
Can I take your hand and hold it tight
As I guide you through the dark,
Can I lie with you and watch you sleep
Till light wakes you with the lark
 
Can I be the strength you learn on
When your courage disappears,
Can I turn and gently touch your lips
And kiss away your fears.
 
Can I look to see you dance and sing,
Through the whisper of the trees -
Will I know your scent if you get lost,
As its carried on the breeze.
 
Can I share with you my secrets,
Wrapped in ribbons you'll untie
Will I find a place within your heart
As the hills go rolling by.
 
And will you pick me flowers,
For each one to you I send -
And perhaps we'll both discover love
Before our journey's end.
 

Karen Ann Wall 

 Mixed media on paper and Relief Sculpture, a metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic, but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.    Universal Spirit 03 iron rust on  canvas  burid for six weeks and blue paint, a metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic;-but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.


 Universal Spirit, Earth series 05 

 Universal Spirit, Earth series 06 by Michael West

 

 

Universal Spirit, Earth series 06

 Universal Spirit 05 iron rust and a variety of soils on  canvas  buried for six weeks and other mixed media, a metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic;-but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.  

 Universal Spirit 05 buried natural pigments from decaying leaf matter and mixed media, on  canvas  buried for six weeks. A metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic;-but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.

 Universal Spirit, Earth series 07 by Michael West

 Universal Spirit, Earth series 07

 

Six foot deep and three foot wide

Their space in living hell,

Where young men lived and thousands died

On both sides brethren fell.

 

Duckboards placed on floors of mud

A swamp their home for years,

The only colour, red of blood

Whilst attacks from shell-fire neared.

And drowning too in those shell-holes filled

Extraordinarily wet one summer,

It didn't care which rank it killed -

A corporal or a gunner.

 

 And of course the soldiers weren't alone

Through deplorable days and nights,

The infestation of rats would roam

With disease spread through their bites.

Some were brown and some were black

The size of cats they say,

On human forms they'd gorge and snack

Where stench bound corpses lay.

 

The living too as food were seen

Decaying flesh a treat,

As maggots feast on gangrene

From the fungal of 'Trench feet'

 

Whilst itching from the lice that crawled

No rights to wash or clean,

Their dignity again appalled

These proud men once pristine.

They turned their vests from inside out

Some relief they hoped to glean,

With flickering candles set about

Burning eggs laid in the seams.

 

Given tots of rum they'd carry on

Through horrific sights of slaughter,

The haunted eyes of comrades gone

And their blood flow fast as water.

These sons and brothers fodder now

Imagine if you can ……

A father's pain that he'd said somehow

'Boy it's time to be a man'.

 

More noise, more guns, the smoke so dense

Confusion reigns around,

Repulsive sounds of fear intense

Some stood rigid on the ground.

The flash of light as it sears the dark

They're blinded by its force,

So deafening is the thunderous bark

And their cries for mercy hoarse.

 

 In that instant as the bombs explode

And body parts amiss

The shrapnel flies, its power bestowed

Good God what death is this?

 

But look at death in kindness here

As it greets him face to face,

And enfolds him from his pain and fear

With its arms a warm embrace.

The man becomes a babe again

The foetal pose is clear,

A substitute death must remain

As his mother can't be near.

 

And that was just the First World War

All others it would end?

Their lies of course we now abhor

To their deaths so more they'd send.

Only twenty years later

Again they'd go to war

An evil, mad dictator

With his threats they can't ignore.

 

More bloodshed, death, destruction now

And their weapons more advanced,

They marched with pride and hope somehow

Propaganda more enhanced.

 

And battlefields not the only scene

Where terror made its claim,

The bombs that blitzed where home had been

Had resulted in the same.

 

The ones they loved they thought they'd left

In the safety family strong,

Of course so many then bereft

They realised they'd been wrong.

 

In another place, another word

Of Holocaust amass,

Where evil actions so absurd

By trains that lead to gas.

In their millions they'd been taken

And silenced for no crime,

All sense of hope forsaken

In a desperate place in time.

 

But back now to the Tommy's ground

They battled on to win.

With padres' praying all around

Forgiving mortal sin.

Only lads so young they couldn't know

The horrors etched to stay,

As in World War One they had to go

For eighteen pence a day.

With their letters in their pocket

From the ones they loved so true,

And he'd given her a locket

 In case he didn't make it through

 

Their bravery we must respect

For their courage held no bounds,

Some never spoke but would reflect

On haunting sights and sounds.

 

Return for most was not the case

They didn't make it home,

A fate they always thought they'd face

But they didn't die alone.

 

With poppies now we remember all

The term 'lest we forget'

As the bugle plays the final call

Of sadness and regret.

 

For we do know as he met his death

Leaving one world for another,

As he struggled on his final breath

                  He was heard to utter …… 'mother'. 

 

Karen Ann Wall 

 

Universal Spirit, Earth series 08 by Michael West Universal Spirit, Earth series 08

 Universal Spirit 07 Left in a sea storm drain for six weeks, natural pigments and mixed media, on  canvas. A metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic;-but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.

 

 


 

 

Universal Spirit 08 Hung over a cliff for six weeks, natural pigments and mixed media, on  canvas. A metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic;-but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities.

 Universal Spirit, Earth series 09 by Michael West 

Universal Spirit, Earth series 09

 'Zen Garden'

 Monks in meditation in a garden made from sand,

To escape the condemnation so unjust of their homeland.

They pray for peace and freedom, independence sought to bring

A closure to suppression and their conflict with Beijing.

 

The bridges in the garden, some of stone or maybe wood,

Transition to another world, a belief they've understood.

The water formed from rippled sand runs clear, such calm effect

The lotus and the lilies scent, so sweet as they reflect.

Flowering plum or maybe cherry trees add colour to the scene

That dance upon the whispering breeze and the mosses, emerald green.

 

Dalai Lama now in exile from the force he had to go,

And spirits weak, so fragile, in a place called 'Land of Snow'.

With self-immolation raging, let's be sure we don't forget

The struggles in the same torn land, better known to us - Tibet.

 

The latitude and longitude - the vacated Potala Palace,

Empowering by its altitude and once held Buddha's promise.

The pendulum of time immense, eternal in its swing

Whilst waiting for the consequence that Karma has to bring.

Katherine O'Connell, copyright 

 

 

 

 Universal Spirit 09 left under a sea rock at low tide for six weeks, natural pigments and mixed media, on  canvas. A metaphor for contemporary society. It can be multi layered, individualized, universal or cryptic;-but always ambiguous. Man and Nature indivisible entities. 

 

 


                                               

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