About Gilbert Summers and the paintings
I've seen a lot of Scotland. And I’ve written about almost every part of it in the course of my freelance career. I’ve been lucky. I’ve seen plenty of inspiring places in this small northern nation.
And about the painting? Ah, yes, I suppose I should mention that as well - since this is an art website. OK, a very long time ago, my art teacher at school (who had at one stage taught the famous fashion designer the late Bill Gibb) was shocked when he learned I had been railroaded by a pushy science master into studying Physics and Chemistry. He just sort of assumed I’d go on and pursue art…….or so he said.
Well, I soon wandered off the scientific road on to the nefarious pathways of commercial copywriting as a career, specialising in Scottish-themed material. I only occasionally re-acquainted myself with brush and palette for many years.
But I never quite forgot that art teacher and his assumption. Now the jam-jar of brushes calls to me and I feel guilty if I do not acknowledge the call! And, as we’re teetering on the brink of the pretentious, it’s at this point that I should be loading every purplish artistic adjective into some agonising statement about how my art now, uhmm, unites the vibrancy of oneness with the intensely personal; and how the colours of the palette motivate and formalise the inner harmony of....well, anything you like really because, to be blunt, I find a lot of arty explanations in catalogues and galleries just plain creepy.
And about the painting? Ah, yes, I suppose I should mention that as well - since this is an art website. OK, a very long time ago, my art teacher at school (who had at one stage taught the famous fashion designer the late Bill Gibb) was shocked when he learned I had been railroaded by a pushy science master into studying Physics and Chemistry. He just sort of assumed I’d go on and pursue art…….or so he said.
Well, I soon wandered off the scientific road on to the nefarious pathways of commercial copywriting as a career, specialising in Scottish-themed material. I only occasionally re-acquainted myself with brush and palette for many years.
But I never quite forgot that art teacher and his assumption. Now the jam-jar of brushes calls to me and I feel guilty if I do not acknowledge the call! And, as we’re teetering on the brink of the pretentious, it’s at this point that I should be loading every purplish artistic adjective into some agonising statement about how my art now, uhmm, unites the vibrancy of oneness with the intensely personal; and how the colours of the palette motivate and formalise the inner harmony of....well, anything you like really because, to be blunt, I find a lot of arty explanations in catalogues and galleries just plain creepy.
Look, except when nosey horses come along, basically, painting is fun. That’s it. Often it’s a challenge – and a struggle as well. I don’t know how it will end when it is begun. The paint forms pleasing things sometimes and on occasion people like the result. And that’s all. It’s just pleasure for the eye and for the imagination. Whoa, stop right there. (This is more or less what I said to the horses.....)
To be practical: the works you see here, unless otherwise stated, are framed and ready to hang – so you only need to unwrap them (obviously) and hang them on the wall. (I would even send you a picture hook, if you asked for one, but would draw the line, so to speak, at sending a hammer.)
To be practical: the works you see here, unless otherwise stated, are framed and ready to hang – so you only need to unwrap them (obviously) and hang them on the wall. (I would even send you a picture hook, if you asked for one, but would draw the line, so to speak, at sending a hammer.)
Take a look at my wee gallery of Scottish paintings. If anything takes your fancy, feel free to ask for more information or photos of the paintings.
And, finally, if you really must know, I'm only looking anxious in this picture because I used the timer on the camera, tripod mounted, to take it. Usually, I'm more cheerful - but I just got an irrational feeling that I hadn't tightened the tripod legs and as soon as the photo was taken, the whole contraption was going to gently collapse face-down on the floor! Anyway..........
And, finally, if you really must know, I'm only looking anxious in this picture because I used the timer on the camera, tripod mounted, to take it. Usually, I'm more cheerful - but I just got an irrational feeling that I hadn't tightened the tripod legs and as soon as the photo was taken, the whole contraption was going to gently collapse face-down on the floor! Anyway..........
