Group of Woodland Figures

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Subconscious Musing, 20 March 2017, mixed media on sugar-paper, 59x86cm.

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Meet Me in the Birch Wood

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Acrylics on card, 42x30cm.

Meet me in the Birch Wood
Where the leaves are fa’ing doon,
One efter the other
An’ strewan a’ aroun’.

Orange and yellow wi’ bright red stalks
They litter the emerald green
Like confetti at our waddin’,
Discarded at the scene.

Ye’ll need tae wrap up warm now
An’ pit oan yer strippit scarf,
Fur there’s a snell wind blawin’
Ower the cauld dark earth.

Leave the Chanel in the closet
And pull on those long black Skinnys.
And fur-lined boots are the answer
Tae keep attached yer minnies.

For winter is almost upon us
With early falls of snow.
And frosty mornings whiten the grun
After starry black nights below.

Meet me where the Long-tailed Tits
And tiny Coals and Blue,
Pick their way through the high canopy
Of rowan and dark green yew.

Searching in every nook
For grubs to sustain them tight
In huddled roosts in sheltered cranny
Through the long dark night.

Don’t disappoint me my darling
For I need to see you once more,
To ask if you could ever still love me
Like you did wance ‘afore.

My Raven-haired Beauty

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Acrylics on paper, 42x59cm.

She takes me in her arms
And comforts me.
She accepts me for who I am.

She loves me
Unconditionally
As I love her.

We know each others thoughts
And read each others minds
Scarily so.

I can’t imagine life
without her.
It wouldn’t be worth the living.

Her breath
Is my breath.

We are one.

Let’s Face The Music…

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Acrylics on canvas, 76x51cm.

…and Dance!

“There may be trouble ahead,
But while there’s music and moonlight,
And love and romance,
Let’s face the music and dance.

Before the fiddlers have fled,
Before they ask us to pay the bill,
And while we still have the chance,
Let’s face the music and dance.

Soon, we’ll be without the moon,
Humming a different tune, and then,
There may be teardrops to shed,
So while there’s moonlight and music,
And love and romance,
Let’s face the music and dance”.
– Irving Berlin, 1936.
From the musical “Follow the Fleet
With Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers.

Point of Interest:
In this painting Fred’s hands are mine.
I only wish my feet were his in real life!

Under the Flowering Zucchini

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Oils on canvas, 50x40cm.

A walk in the garden is so much more exciting if you can magically reduce your height and wander around underneath the plants. It gives you a whole new perspective on life.

I very seldom work in oils now. It’s not that I especially prefer acrylics – each has different ways of working, different finishes, advantages and disadvantages. It’s probably more to do with speed. I can turn out ten acrylic paintings (at least) to one painting in oils (I nearly said “Oil Painting” but that would be too grand for the quality I can achieve).
The other day I was trying to clear some space in my studio and chucking out a whole bunch of ancient boards and canvases with unequivocally failed attempts while I was learning about painting – what to do, and more often, what not to do. Most of these car-crash failures were in oils. Boards are one thing, however, but canvases are another and I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of a stretched canvas with only two or three previous attempts on it. Those attempts at least provided an interesting textured and suggestive background.

The subject came from two separate sketchbook drawings seamlessly joined together to make a whole new reality. Well, it was real to me.

New Website

It’s been a busy summer with little in the way of art being done┬ábut much in the way of music, gardening, grandchildren and holidays.

Now, as the nights draw in, at long last I have finally got around to finishing my new website (with the help of 1&1) and publishing it today.

David Cornelius Drawing&Painting

The Astronomers

The Astronomers

If the above link didn’t work you can try it here: http://davidcornelius.scot

Infernal Dance

And in my dreams I see myself on a wolf’s back
Riding along a forest path
To do battle with a sorcerer-tsar (Kaschei)
In that land where a princess sits under lock and key,
Pining behind massive walls.
There gardens surround a palace all of glass;
There Firebirds sing by night
And peck at golden fruit.

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“Infernal Dance”, Acrylics on paper, 59x42cm.