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Paintings 2005–2007
Theurgical Portraits of Earth
For he that dealeth with me, dealeth not as with a man; for I have nothing in me tied to time, much lesse hath he who sent me…
Unnamed angel to John Dee
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Paintings 2004–2005
Et Incarnatus Est
The weariness of the body sends the soul upwards to open the leaves of the stars and read the secret poems written within them.
Cecil Collins, from ‘The Sceptered Bone and Flower: Book Two’ (© Tate Britain)
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Paintings 2003–2004
To the mystical sorrow and splendour of Current 93
So much silence • Stretching above me • Around me too • Has it deafened me? • Has it closed my ears? • Has the silence itself • Brought about this rapture? • Between silence and sound • Between the cry and the cull • If man raises one voice • I’ll raise two then • One for loss • One for losing • One for death • And one for birth
David Tibet, ‘A Silence Song’
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Paintings 2002–2003
To the songs of Franz Schubert
Mit erhabnen Wehmutsstrahlen • Trafet ihr mein treues Herz • Und nun blüht in stummen Nächten • Fort die heilige Verbindung
[With sublime shafts of melancholy • You have pierced my faithful heart • And now in silent nights • Our sacred union blossoms]
Johann Mayrhofer, from Schubert’s ‘Nachtviolen’
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Paintings 2000–2002
To the land, water and sky of the Welsh Marches
“…Those that feel within them the stir of a growing soul prefer the dour laws of earth to the drag of the herd of mankind, and fly from the house of man to the forest, where the emotionless silence always seems to be gathering, as waves mount and swell, to the disclosure of a mystery.”
Mary Webb, ‘The House in Dormer Forest’
