www.kenart.co.uk

‘I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience’ Thoreau
Images, photographs, painting, poems and prose produced during journey’s around the islands of Britain, England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland. Animals, birds and history, nature and landscapes. Watercolours, drawings, photographs and prints. Wild places, islands small and large, holy and empty, ancient places, kingdoms and mysterious sites. Waterfalls, Abbey and Castle. Architecture and nature, Coast and Mountain. Magic and mystery.
The journey is as important as the destination. It sounds grandiose but I don’t see any element of my art as seperate. My photographs originally came as note taking for my painting before becoming important aspects in themselves. This is something I have tried to show on my URL www.kenart.co.uk. The writing is equally part of the whole. It is an attempt to produce Plural Energies. All techniques communicate towards the whole.
I am an artist, photographer, writer and teacher living in the NW of England. I have been teaching for thirty years, making images for far longer.
An artist will take you on a trip around his work. He will tell you what to view and in what order. He will attempt to provoke a variety of responses, even negative one’s. He will appeal to your sense of wonder. He will ask pertinent questions of you whilst you view. No one should remain passive in front of a piece of art work. This artwork will and should ask as many questions of both the intellect and the emotions as it answers. This is true of all art.



Kenart is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , ! 100% !, A Garden somewhere..... , Abandoned Dark Creepy, Abstract Art, Abstract Realism, Abstracts from Nature, Acrylic Painting, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Animal Kingdom, Architectural Photography, Atmospheric Optics, Birds Of Prey (3 per day), Blue Room, British Painters, Castle Magic, Colors of Water, Equine Art and Photography, Fabulous Flowers, Fine Art of Landscape Photography, Highlands and Islands Photographers, Human and Nature, Ireland , Landscape and Abstract Photography, Landscape Photography, Masterpiece: Art, Mood & Ambi(e)nce - Strictly Photos / ( No need to enter images in the group for the challenges), Natural Textures, Nature's Macro Canvas (No flowers or insects), Nature's Wonders, Nautical, Oil Painting, Painters In Modern Times - TWO PER DAY, Ruins, Ancient and Derelict Buildings, Rusty, Crusty and Falling to Bits - 2 Per 24 Hours, Scenery, Scotlands History, Seasonal 'Scapes, SHOPFRONTS , Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Stillness Speaks **Max 2 uploads per day** {{No NUDES, ABSTRACT, CANDIDS or ACTION IMAGES}}, The Birds, the Love of Eerie and Enchanting Artwork, The Scots are Coming, The Sensual Word, The true beauty, This is England, Top Shelf Wildlife & Nature Art - 1Day, Trees - 1 image per day with trees as the focal point, United Kingdom, Up & Coming Writers, Voices of the Dark and the Deep, Wales, Rich in Beauty, Waterfall Photography, Wild Nature Photography & Writing (only 2 images per 24 hours) and Wildlife and Pet Paintings.
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Completely nude men, wearing white skin underwear wash themselves in gun grey cold iron baths.
Those were the days of where?
Dripping feelings from out of her breast best and lightest dress. She sends him a photograph of her hair
Little things irritate, like they always do and larger things send her screaming for a room with the door always closed.
A night, short in June with bats and moths attracted by rainbow fluid light
The strange but regular booming served to heighten the oppressive atmosphere and I confess to a certain trepidation as I continued my somewhat erratic path upwards.