Zaria Forman

Working from her Brooklyn studio, fellow pastel artist, Zaria Forman, captures the natural world in all its beauty and vulnerability. Having travelled the coast of Greenland, retracing the 1869 journey of American painter William Bradford, documenting the rapidly changing arctic landscape in 2012, she then moved on to document the Maldives, a country facing the very real threat of climate change and with it, rising sea-levels.

Edward Hopper's summer paintings

Edward Hopper is well known for his urban scenes depicting isolated figures in diners and hotel rooms which came to encapsulate modern American life in the mid-twentieth century. He and his wife Jo would escape the city and summer in South Truro on Cape Cod, Massachusetts, where they would take trips out to find new material to paint.

The paintings he produced in the New England region showed another side of his work. There really is fresh air in these paintings. And the sunlight is glorious.

"Maybe I am not very human. What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house."

- Edward Hopper

Eroné

It's kind of hard to post about Amose one week without following up with Eroné the next. The two French artists share many common themes and interests. Although, Eroné's work is visually softer and has a more organic feel. The figures are more relaxed and the colour palette is reduced to earthy tones.

Like Amose, Eroné's characters are masked from ethnic and emotional description, but Eroné's figures have something of Amedeo Modigliani about them with their blank, haunting eyes. There is still, however, the visible influence of Southern American street art, like Os Gemeos.

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A Roar And Then Silence

When I was in my early teens, I was fortunate enough to be introduced to a group of people who went on to be some of the greatest friends anyone could ask for. As we got older we would have house parties at weekends and drink… too much… like most teenagers. I loved these guys. The next morning I’d get home to my parents' house, which was on a hill with the back garden spilling into the woods behind, still carrying the effects of the night before. It was only in the following evening (usually a Saturday) that I would start reflecting on the previous night. And I’d get the biggest feeling of loneliness that I’ve ever felt. To spend an incredible time with close friends and then be alone with only the sounds of the nature to keep me company. This was pre-mobile phones and internet so you could only contact each other through land line phones… which we hardly ever did.

I used to climb this tree that was at the end of the garden… just to get that feeling of being free and in open space… in the air. I think I was trying to combat the suffocating feeling of being alone indoors.

I miss those days.