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Station Of The Skirt – Paintings by Jane Andrews

Today I went to visit Jane Andrews’ new body of work “Station of the Skirt” which is being shown at The Gallery at the OXO building on London’s South Bank.

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In this series of paintings , executed over a 2 year period following her husband’s diagnosis with Parkinson’s Disease, she consistently uses the skirt as her starting point.

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The exhibition is showing at FROM THE 3RD TO 15TH mARCH 2010 – Free entry.

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Jane with her husband Tim. 

To see more of her work please go to http://www.janeandrews.co.uk/

Tim Andrews

It was great to have the opportunity to have creative fun when taking pictures of Tim. He decided to start a project to have pictures taken of himself when he was diagnosed with having Parkinsons disease so it seemed appropriate to me to include a mirror in the set up of some of the shots to illustrate the idea of looking closely at ones self. Tim doesn’t take himself too seriously so I also wanted to convey a sense of humanity and humour, which is where the idea of holding a brain came in!

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Essex University

When the snow fell heavily in Essex before Christmas, I wrapped myself up and took my camera and my very cold fingers over to Essex University to take a few shots of the snowy grounds late afternoon. It was bright but freezing and by the end of the afternoon (which admittedly included some slipping around and colourful language  ) I had to abandon the trip due to my battery giving up.

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The night is darkening round me

by Emily Jane Brontë

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.

 

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

 

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.