Christie’s Auction September 12th to 22nd, 2018

For the first time a painting from the iconic series of “Joyce” will be sold in a public auction. Christie’s on-line auction in London will feature this painting beginning September 12th.

The bidding is on-line for 10 days, and you will need to register on the website prior to the opening.

This painting is titled Hibiscus Dress painted 1999 

https://onlineonly.christies.com/s/first-open-online/lots/1524?lang=en-us

Love, Loss and Life Retrospective

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The National Art Gallery of The Bahamas will host a retrospective entitled, Love, Loss and Life. The exhibition opens on April 27th and runs through October 22nd, 2017 and features over a hundred works spanning from 1992 to 2016. Works are drawn from numerous private, local and international collections. The gallery is located at Villa Doyle, West and West Hill Street, Nassau, The Bahamas. Catalogue from the exhibition http://thierrylamare.com/catalogue/

 

Louis Taylor

Louis Taylor – January 2016

Monsieur Louis TaylorMy encounter with Louis Taylor was one of those moments in life that just happened, unprepared and spontaneous.

During one of my many adventures in search of subjects, I was walking down the street in Seymours, Long Island, when my attention drifted towards a little blue cottage, typically Bahamian, and also, as often is in the out Islands, very run down.

This was a witness of the past and living proof of the many decades of rough out island life. Brutal sun, hurricane force winds, and salt air were the culprits that led to the condition of this lovely cottage. This was enough to trigger my interest in this place and so I ventured onto the property. Suddenly, Mr.Louis Taylor appeared. He was wearing a blue striped shirt and on his head a little white hat, which seemed to have been through the same rough weather as the cottage. My interest suddenly switched from that run down home to the man before me.

   He was easy to talk to with a big generous smile. Humility and pride were pouring out of his eyes and face. While he was talking, I couldn’t help being distracted by his shirt that matched the blue horizontal stripes of the cottage siding. His strong hands told no lies about the hard working life that the out islands provide.

   We spoke for a while and before we parted I took photos of him to help me remember that moment. I promised that I would be back to visit.

I never did anything with these photos, never painted his portrait because I wanted to go back to get to know him better as I truly believe that the better you know your subjects the better you paint them.

   The following year I returned to Seymours. To my disappointment the cottage was boarded up. No one was in sight. I never saw Mr. Taylor again and even today I still wonder what became of him.

A few years passed and I lost hope of meeting him again, I remembered the photos I took and made the decision to immortalize him on paper. I wasn’t completely sure if my portrayal of who he seemed to me would do him justice but I knew I had to try to paint him as I remember him, a humble and proud man.

Crabbing with Ophelia

OPHELIA lets go crabbing!!

That is the beginning of a great journey in the Long island bush.

she got tiredA wild world unknown to me. A world into which Ophelia is about to take me.

This is her world. The comfortable way she moves through the bush, tells me she is at home. She has done this for a long time.

Throughout the walk, the search, the catch, she is in harmony with the environment, while a feeling of ineptness invades me.

With her crab basket over her shoulder, she cuts our way through the oppressive bush, her inseparable machete in hand,. We start our search for the pretty black crabs that hide under big rocks. The red, orange, yellow and purple of their backs, claws and legs make a splash of  bright colour among the earthy, grey, deep green of Long Island bush.

Bending, as though folding in two, she lifts a large heavy rock, revealing hidden crabs, releasing them from their sanctuary, catching them and immobilizing the larger claw with a piece of wood or her cutlass.

While watching her I think I should be doing this work but she is happy and proud to  show me and to teach me.

 

As I watch her I try to melt into the background while imprinting the images, thoughts and emotions in my mind.

As a painter I like to capture her daily routines. I also want to show, through my art, the parts of Bahamian life and traditions that are slowly disappearing with the generations and sadly may be gone one day.

If my work could be a modest contribution to the Bahamian heritage then I will have achieved something…