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Birds in the nest by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:46:23 MST

Birds in the nest - Painted for the 2x2 exhibition @ the Charnwood Museum, Loughborough, England 2007

Transparent Lies by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:00:00 MST

My painting is about a sailor returning to harbour. He is holding flowers to give to his lover on shore. In the boat behind the sailor is another lover. Both women are pregnant.

Gypsies outside their ramshackle abode by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Sat, 16 Jul 2005 00:00:00 MST

Oil colour on canvas 20 inches by 16 inches

Tin foil reflections by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Mon, 30 Aug 2004 00:00:00 MST

Boxes in tin foil reflections Oil colour on canvas 60"x 36"

Jugs and bottles by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Mon, 16 Aug 2004 00:00:00 MST

Oil colour on canvas 20"x 18"

Pots and brushes by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Mon, 09 Aug 2004 00:00:00 MST

Oil colour on canvas 36"x 30". The shimmery light in some of Pierre Bonnard's paintings has been an inspiring influence for me. This painting of mine 'Pot and brushes' is after that fashion.

Bottle and apples by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Sun, 08 Aug 2004 00:00:00 MST

Oil colour on canvas 20"x 20"

A See-Saw Door by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Tue, 27 Jul 2004 00:00:00 MST

Oil colour on canvas. 49 inches by 30 inches. Poem for my painting - Hands Holding a See-Saw Door. - Hungry predators knock at the stable door And voices within say Do not intrude upon our lock, We are Secure and Stable. Knowing full well the outside the fear to open holds. Knowing that Stability and Security Have to go together, And understanding the knocking In a land of shelters The door is not wanted. As guilty as the predator I stay within. © C. English

Happy Birthday by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Mon, 19 Jul 2004 00:00:00 MST

Oil colour on canvas 36 inches by 30 inches. reminiscences of childhood

The Day Covers by CHRISTOPHER ENGLISH

Wed, 14 Jul 2004 00:00:00 MST

Oil colour on canvas 48 inches by 36 inches. Painting for my poem - THE DAY COVERS - Not wanting to leave a warm bed The heart must go into its shallow day. Awakening from dreams of people that are moulded Into a symbol of a flame. It is an illuminated guise of the past and present; Only one person stands for all of them. In dreams a force is felt And I am compelled to ask pestering questions, Eagerly hoping answers that would tell me Of those Ive known which one she was. The dreams that open up like torchlight To scan my spirit fade. Only sparks of memory filter through To poems As the day covers such things. © Christopher English