Little Gems- 2024

The memories were there, but the string of time that linked them like a pearl necklace was broken.

Peter Robinson

  • Venice l (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Venice ll (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Venice lll (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Contraposto (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Par Avion (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Valediction (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Inaugural Pieces (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Zenith Sun (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Ellipses (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • The Voyage Home (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Sea Shapes (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

  • Frequencies (2024)

    Unique monotype with mixed media on 300gsm Hahnemühle cotton etching paper
    22x22cm

Artist notes:

There was a moment then, when it felt both suffocating and stifling - when the sheer size of everything always expanding, always bigger, always louder became a silencing. The empires and egos, corporations and kingdoms. The conquest of size - of the large, the monumental. It is a kind of greed. More. It’s as numbing as it is seductive. If monumentality inspires awe, what of the mustard seed?

In these little gems, there is a quiet refusal, a hushed rebellion, a whispered revolt against large, larger, largest. It’s an invitation to come close, nose to nose, skin on skin; to look, intimately, deeply.

An invitation to recalibrate the senses, to feel again the wonder. Wonder like a snowflake falling, the soft bright feel of it melting into warm skin.

A reminder of the myriad of small things that make up a life, an experience, a memory or even happiness, and love itself.

While working on these little gems, I realised I didn’t want a bigger larger life; absorbed as I became in each small gesture taking its space and claiming its own distinct voice; I wanted a life sensitive, attuned to see all the light and beauty, the wonder in the small.

In life’s little gems…