Bewick

"I am yellow but a mouse sees me as grey"

A child. Man. Everyone.The Yellow Man is an innocent abroad - provocative, naive, knowing. In the vineyard, town, day or night - he is a lover of living, of dancing, of wine, people, babies, butterflies and trees.
...he doesn't make judgments, is not grasping. Like nature he is just there, simply there. He has no history. His vision is unattached to the past. He looks at an object without knowledge of it. His questions don't demand an answer. He is complete, yet open for more. His changing body doesn't surprise him. He's young, old, blushing, excited; his antennae flush, shrink and grow. He lives his silent life observing, alert, empty, without guilt, unconditioned - yet in tune, alone.

There is a small number of Yellowman works yet to be exhibited . Contact us with your enquires.

"He was a doodle. I was sitting in the sun on our balcony in Tuscany wondering what my next inspiration would be. I had been painting and writing "Ireland, An Artist's Year" but now having come to Italy on holiday, I had to leave the subject of Ireland behind . I was stuck, no ideas, artists block. My pen doodled with no mind behind it. Out came a figure of a Yellow Man standing on his hands naked amongst the rows of vines. Two little boys from next door ran up the steps."What are you doing?" "A Yellow Man" I answered. They ran away laughing. I suppose he was inspired by a small strong farmer who was always alone. Always smiling he appeared content in his solitude. Day in day out he worked in the rows of vines and trimmed the tendrils. He climbed the cherry trees and olive trees for their fruits bringing them home to his brother's family. But even amongst his family he seemed alone."

The Yellow Man became multi-media: Sketches, watercolours, oil paintings, tapestry, stained glass, tango music, dance and theatre, a street figure and soft back and limited edition book which is boxed in linen gold embossed with an original watercolour in each one.