Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Learning Poetry

Say Nothing, Nothing Said.


Minority speak; the chosen few, the disabled amongst you. The Cancer patients and those with runny noses.                           Nonsense and more nonsense being published today. Nonsense is now in print.                                                                                         We are writing a book that makes no sense, destined to have a our sell-out-tour for sure.                                                                           Diversity and medieval Christianity. Culture-clash and all things in the sweet-shop that taste a little off.                                             Spring-boxes, kiwis, gooseberries and Warwickshire verses Ashanti towns. Nonsense being written out today.                             Where are we @ in the bigger scheme o' things? Still no further forward, and long way back to go.                                                           The mind boggles on coffee-pots, oil paints and full-frontal images of everything far too easily accessed.
And microwaves and dishwashers; and floppy flat caps, and curly hair and dark-skins among us all,                                                 saying something or nothing. Political animals up in our grill...What have they to say today?                                                                  Say something to someone at some point and all will be revealed. Hacking away decoding, the nonsense we are typing.                   Having fun in the cages, the patterns that are emerging, in order to read every single thought, every broken stutter,                         and every inch apart of you. "What rot is this our democratic right to exist?"
Say nothing to no one so quietly. Say something to someone so quickly. Say something of interest,                                                             like the joy of being happy. Of angels in the bed whilst lying in sunken baths watching                                                                               spotty ladybirds on playful cupboard doors. Colourful butterflies fluttering and teacups inside                                                                     flying-sauces on broomsticks spliffing. Speak of clouds in the sky and birds singing lullabies.                                                           Nothing is being said so, 'READ ALL ABOUT IT!'
Let the Leaders make mugs of themselves trying in some vain way to have a say. Let them all fall.                                                           Watch the fools play magic tricks, as all escape the wrath in their cityscapes, of busy-nesses on laundry-days.                                         There, I said it again. My nothingness is now so visible it even makes my eyeballs weep. Join me in my nothingness                               and be a part of everything. Drop out and sink to the floor, and allow yourselves the luxury of failing.                                                       It is what is NOT being said, is being said.                                                                                                                                                       It is between those moments of space and time, which allows us to think a little clearer.                                                                           The publishers are a-publishing and the writers are re-writing.  Say your nothing now!                                                                               Speak of the truth that is unspoken? Shall we fall to our knees and pray until the day we die?                                                                     The devil is in the detail, the Devil is at the door...and she has come-a-knocking. Tap, tap...tap..once more...
I see at a glance you're listening. Your blackberries all a-flame. Following the threads and saying your nothing,                                       as clear as clear can be. Spit it out! Shout it out! Like the humble bumblebee.                                                                                                 Look again at the mysteries of the world and say you're nothing vocally.                                                                                                       Say you're nothing to nobody whilst watching others slapping on their makeup;                                                                                           sucking on a pear-drop or candy-coated lollipop;  staggering to the drawing board, writing out the bills                                                         with blankety-blank cheque books and pens. The vast majority invisibly screaming;                                                                             silently in the dungeons that are, all-too-often, way too deep.

We see behind the curtain, a shadow lurking. And looking and listening so closely,                          
checking on what nonsense are we writing? What could we possibly say but nothing, for nothing can be said.                                        Pointless and useless yet works on every level. It is our nothing that is being written about so loudly,                          like an orchestra without the strings and violins flowing within bars of silences of emptiness. We can see the nothingness now?                                                                                                We shared again our morning news, full of nonsense and understood nothing. For the first time ever, we understood what nothing meant. We are looking for a publisher, to put into-print our heartfelt-scribbles on these rather elaborate ideas of nothingness, but all the publishers are busy. Busy printing novels, biblical-bubbles with notes and prefaces on nothing, so we shall wait in line without the snorting.

Saturday, 25 January 2014

Say Nothing, Nothing Said.

Minority speak, the chosen few, the disabled amongst you. The Cancer patients and those with runny noses...Nonsense and more nonsense being published today. Nonsense is now in print....I'm writing a book that makes no sense, bound for the coast and destined to be a sell-out-tour for sure.

Diversity and medieval Christianity. Culture-clash and all things in the sweet-shop that taste a little off...Springboxes, kiwis, gooseberries and Warwickshire verses Ashanti towns. More sense. No sense. Nonsense being written today. Where we @ in the bigger scheme o' things? Still nowhere forward, with a long way to go. Mind boggles on coffee-pots, oil paints and full-frontal images of everything far too easily seen.

And microwaves and dishwashers...And floppy flat caps, and curly hair and brown skins amongst us all saying something or other..Political animals up in my grill...What have you to say or have your say today? Say something to someone at some point and all will be revealed. Hacking away decoding, the nonsense we are typing. Having fun in the catching, the patterns that are emerging, in order to read every single thought, every broken stutter, every inch apart of me. ..."What rot is this our democratic right to exist?"

Say nothing to no-one so quickly. Say something to someone so quietly. Say something of interest, like the joy of being happy. Of angels in the bed. Sunken baths and spotty ladybirds on playful cupboard doors. Colourful butterflies fluttering and flying-sauces inside teacups on broomsticks. Speak of clouds in the sky and birds singing lullabies...Nothing is being said...Nothing being said, 'READ ALL ABOUT IT!'

Let the politicians make fools of themselves trying in some vain way to have their say. Let them all fall. Watch the tools escape the wrath in their cityscapes of busy-ness on laundry-day ...There, I said it again. My nothingness is now so visible it makes my eyes weep. Join me in my nothingness and be a part of everything. Drop out and sink to the floor, and allow yourselves the luxury of falling.

It is what is not being said, is being said. It is between those moments of space and time, allowing us to think more honestly. Say you're nothing to nobody today and everyday...come on....The publishers are a-publishing and the writers are re-writing. Say your nothing now! Speak of the truth that is unspoken? Shall we play with the Gods once more? The Devil is in the detail, the Devil is at the door...and she has come-a-knocking. Tap. Tap...tap..once more...

I see at a glance you're listening. Your gooseberries all aflame. Follow the thread and say nothing, as clear as clear can be. Spit it out! Shout it out! Like the humble bumble bee..Look again at the mysteries of the world and say you're nothing vocally. Say you're nothing to nobody whilst watching others slapping on some lipstick, sucking on pear-drops and candy-coated lollipops; writing out on blankety-blank cheque books and pens. The vast majority invisibly screaming, silently in the dungeons that are all-too-often, way too deep.

We see behind the curtain, a shadow lurking. And looking and listening so closely....What nonsense are we writing? What could we possibly say but nothing, for nothing can be said no more. Pointless and useless yet works on every level. It is our nothing that is being written about so loudly, like an orchestra without the strings and violins blowing within this white-space of emptiness. Can you see the nothingness now? I read a wonderful article this morning, full of nonsense and understood nothing. For the first time ever, I understood what nothing meant.

I am looking for a publisher, to put into-print my heartfelt-scribbles on this rather elaborate idea of nothingness, but all the publishers are busy. Busy printing novels, biblical-bubbles with notes and prefaces on nothing, so I shall wait my turn like every body else.






Labyrinth | 2010

Title: Labyrinth
Date: 2010
Material: Digital Art on Board
Size: 78cm x 75cm
Artist: Joe Pollitt
Signed and framed by the artist

Description:

Inspired by the teaching of Hans Hofmann; the Abstract Expressionist teacher in New York City, in the 1960's; with his 'Push and Pull' Theory, here is a work that plays with Hofmann's ideas of shapes and colours whilst tapping into sacred geometrical puzzles from the Greeks.

Championing digital art and using various techniques, the colours are pushed to the maximum, which generates a strained and new light within the work. Although the four pictures are the same, they seem unique against each other. The different colours pointing in various directions, presents the work as distinctive shapes to each square; similar but different. The longer the audience looks at the image, either singularly or as a work as a whole, so they begin to see a new energy and aura. This work is participatory, as it requires some patience from the part of the onlooker and is not to be overlooked or under seen as it plays with the commodity of time and effort in an otherwise manic world.

When observing this piece and relaxing the muscles of the eyes, the viewer starts to gain a sense of weightlessness and seemingly falls into the patterns and into a hypnotic trance-like state in order to see clearly. The work evokes the individual's imagination and so becomes a personal experience for each spectator. The idea behind this work is to play with the elements of Abstract Art at the same time as dipping a toe into an ancient traditional magic of the labyrinth as created by legendary artificer Daedalus for King Minos in ancient Greece.




Wednesday, 13 November 2013

King's 100 Artworks Auction

Today, I was asked to join the Top 100 Artists in London - I'm donating an artwork for King's College Hospital in South London - They are specialists in a treatment close to my heart - Bone Marrow Transplants. Absolutely delighted to give....what an honour. I have donated this work on acrylic print.



Atlantis Series 2012-2013 by Joe Pollitt

This artwork comes from a body of work that examines the ideas of light and life on earth. What makes up the image is not just the shapes and repetitive patterns but most importantly, the light. "The light of the world" as the Victorian avant garde  Pre-Raphaelites would say. Having grown up with original sketches by Sir William Holman Hunt, as my Grandfather, Charles Pollitt was his assistant for many years, I have wanted to explore this subject in a more atheist manner. The soul on earth is all around us yet few ever see what is omnipresent every day and that is the light on all things. Atlantis looks at the flickers of light on water (infants are 75-78% water, which reduces to 58-65% as we grow into adulthood; so light too can reflect not only on the surface of us humans but deep within) and this is shown in the creation of various simple layers. Initially, the architectural landscape or strong, colourful positive shapes. These are then layered or blended into abstract patterns and finally fused with the unmistakable mess we all leave behind - our human footprint - our imperfections unite us in our understanding of what makes us unique. All these aspects I have tried to infuse into the works created in order to generate a kinder and gentler way of seeing ourselves anew.

The work is made up of numerous layers of photographic images fused onto acrylic print.

Title: Atlantis
Artist: Joe Pollitt
Material: Print on Acrylic 
Date: 2012-2013
(Signed and date on the reverse)


To follow the Auction click here: http://www.togetherwecan.org.uk/kings-college-hospital/news/kings-100-artworks-auction

King’s 100 Artworks Auction

05.08.13 Categories: CentenaryEventsFundraising
A group of King's nurses, patients and local people have organised an auction of 100 artworks to celebrate 100 years of King’s in Camberwell and the rich artistic heritage of the local area. The auction will take place on December 12th.
Thanks to the most amazing generosity the total of 100 artworks has been reached – in fact exceeded!

There are works from a fantastic selection of artists from internationally renowned professional artists to patients who have found in art a way to get through long and gruelling treatment. Scroll down to see a small selection of the wide and wonderful variety we have received.

All the works will be on display in the James Black Centre in the grounds of King’s College Hospital and can be viewed from the 1st of December by appointment.  There will be a private view for ticket holders with mulled wine, minced pies and music between 6pm and 7pm immediately prior to the auction on December 12th. We are immensely grateful to the efforts of our team and to MDM Props in Herne Hill for their help in making this exhibition possible.

The auction will then commence at 7pm in the Boardroom located opposite the shop in the Hambleden Wing of the Hospital. Paddles will be provided on arrival.

If you would like to attend the auction and share in the fun of bidding or just come and buy some specially created greetings cards and enjoy a minced pie please purchase a ticket online or in person from the Friends gift shop on the ground floor Cheyne Wing from Monday 11th November . Tickets are £5 and proceeds will go to support King's College Hospital.
Thank you to Rosebery’s Auction House, the Alan Cristea Gallery and the Antic Pub Group for kindly supporting this event.

We hope to see you there! Feel free to email kch-tr.100artworks@nhs.netwith any questions.

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Atlantis | 2012-2013

Atlantis Series

This body of work examines the ideas of light and life on earth. What makes up the image is not just the shapes and repetitive patterns but most importantly, the light. "The light of the world" as the Victorian avant garde  Pre-Raphaelites would say. Having grown up with original sketches by Sir William Holman Hunt, as my Grandfather, Charles Pollitt was his assistant for many years, I have wanted to explore this subject in a more atheist manner. The soul on earth is all around us yet few ever see what is omnipresent every day and that is the light on all things. Atlantis looks at the flickers of light on water (infants are 75-78% water, which reduces to 58-65% as we grow into adulthood; so light too can reflect not only on the surface of us humans but deep within) and this is shown in the creation of various simple layers. Initially, the architectural landscape or strong, colourful positive shapes. These are then layered or blended into abstract patterns and finally fused with the unmistakable mess we all leave behind - our human footprint - our imperfections unite us in our understanding of what makes us unique. All these aspects I have tried to infuse into the works created in order to generate a kinder and gentler way of seeing ourselves anew.

The work is made up of numerous layers of photographic images fused onto acrylic print.

Title: Atlantis Series
Artist: Joe Pollitt
Material: Print on Acrylic 
Date: 2012-2013
(Signed and date on the reverse)


Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco


Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco

Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco

Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco

Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco

Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco

Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco


Atlantis Series 
Artist: Joe Pollitt 
Date: 2012 - 2013
Material: Print on Acrylic
Location: Morocco

Monday, 13 May 2013

Morocco Meets Venice - Venocco 2013.

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt

Venocco 2013 by Joe Pollitt