Welcome to a Contemporary Gallery
in a Classical Setting
Welcome to Taurean Arts
Thanks to all the visitors that we have had to the gallery in such remarkable times. One thing that will always be consistent in this ever-unpredictable world is the beauty and inner reflections we receive from art and the glow it shines within us.
Starting off as a collector (some have said a rather ‘bonkers’ collector) i ask myself what has fuelled the desire for the art that i like / what is important for me when appreciating artwork?
Some things are quite elementary to explain;- the joy of a curve, the contrast of a texture, but others in an abstract way capture the imagination with an invisible pull that really is impossible to explain to anyone, even ourselves.
and this is what i love, these hidden discoveries that we uncover and learn about ourselves when exposed to a variety of art.
The following blogs on this site will feature brief dissections of some of my own experiences of these and my thoughts on all things art.
How wrong was i
“Wood turned art is dull, round and brown…” April 2020 {BC} {Before Chris Fisher}
This was how i generally thought about wood-turned art, it never really got my juices flowing, once you’ve seen one brown bowl you’ve seen them all.
And then after a chance encounter i met Chris Fisher RPT and when he showed me his creations – i realized just how ignorant i had been. if an artist has imagination and a desire for creativity, they can turn their materials into magic:-
Yes, it is wood! Chris has disguised the appearance with multiple sandings and coatings with a final ‘frosting’ effect to mimic corrugated iron.
Notice the gradient of the inner rim as it pulls you into the central blackness like the combing of a sand timer sinking through its glass – this illusion of movement and the transcendence from wood is what sets the artwork from being not just a good piece but an exceptional, memorable one.
PoeArtry – The Abstract by Matthew Charles Webster (me)
A glance between
The dream and day settles,
As fire settles on clay.
Here violence and calm rebounds,
The canvas sounds and strays
From shifting silence
To unbounded ways.
Our passion grows,
Striving to convey,
The words
Our mouth
Has left for the soul to say.