Monday, 31 December 2007






Haven't been here much recently.
A lot happened in Autumn / Winter 07
places away
Sicily again
Venice again
returning


On the tilt
From grey to light
small flowers again




Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Friday, 20 July 2007

Friday, 6 July 2007


Going North - to Lapland

looking for this

Monday, 18 June 2007


as an idea

in limbo

floating


c a r d i n a l




Sunday, 17 June 2007




Venice Bienalle opening 07
2 weeks of getting there and back
paintings
performance
party
vogue - gucci - de niro

rickman - crabtree - snapp

italian life - bella

Monday, 21 May 2007

Inside:
just busy at the moment with Venice show -
which is soon

Wednesday, 25 April 2007


another one of those days

Friday, 20 April 2007

Sunday, 15 April 2007

Sunday, 1 April 2007

Inside: Cubase this morning, just flat processed sound, quite boring really.

Thursday, 29 March 2007

Venetian Turpentine



Ahh, Venetian Turps, like the nectar of oysters
pungent and ever so slightly viscous in texture
as clear as spring water.

The smell reminds me of the hut in Venice - bella

Tuesday, 27 March 2007

Venice-Sicily



Inside: Trying to reconstruct a memory - shape the exhibition/idea.
I am surrounded by blank canvases staring back at me. Everything is in my head, Sketches Notes Sketches Notes. Need to hone things down to a few groups otherwise it will seem too fragmented( will it ). is it a record of the journey or something else. The sketches are the journey, exhibition is a sought of outcome of it, a focus. Decisions on the big ones. Feel I'd like to just show small, personal, intimate. Though need to do both - Big Small. Procrastination looms deadline a far way away. Need to get back in the sun and remember.
Outside: a real peach of a day, sat in the sun with Sal at Penberth. Lovely wind from the east. slowly warming.
I'm still looking at the moon.

Saturday, 17 March 2007





inside:
to begin
venice - sicily - venice

Thursday, 15 March 2007


Outside: Have the possibility of going North in summer 08 to Lapland in the Arctic Circle.
Thinking of the north again.

Inside: Cubase, taking one element out of a conscious thing then making the fragment bigger and trying to randomise it. This came from an old idea from Dorset of Charmouth Beach, revisiting it. Shot some film which will aid the sound and visa versa. I love the idea still having resonance after 20 odd years. I suppose the technology has caught up with it - or more likely I have the means of production.
Meanwhile back to stretching canvasses.

Thursday, 8 March 2007





Outside:
Back at Widemouth Bay
Dark Cliffs, their angle
Deep churn of the ocean
light a milky submission
muted, though going towards bright
this edged atlantic
specked walkers
pre season
The surf like avenues
big ocean space here
just going out - there
to there
its rim
its lip
Inside: admin, film music and still sorting out studio. Loads of junk - old frames and crap canvasses- they all get put in the recycle bin. The deluge is finally disappearing and my work slowly starts to show itself again. Quite used to this broken continuity now.
Still in transit, in between things, sifting ideas for the show in Venice. Waiting for something to spark - quite happy with glowing sketches. Keeping an oblique eye on the subject.
First few sketches of film music didn't get much interest. Working with indifference as always. Though I think I am right - which is all I have.
Outside: Sun then slowly into grey as a front comes in. Now its stars.

Tuesday, 6 March 2007







Inside:
worked on film music
carried on compiling my past 25 years of painting. a sort of stock taking. An audit of ideas.
It is interesting to see old stuff, I'm not worried about looking back as some people seem to be. In fact I like it, I think there is allot of past in my work - continuation into the present and hopefully towards the future. Some of the old work was incomplete, ideas sketched in youth, unfinished and full of a hope, ( some things don't change) frail and unsure. Thought I'd lost that in all the career crap.
Circles.
Paintings, drawings - work - as maps of my life.
Getting studio back into some sort of working state.
Outside:
dismal rain

Thursday, 1 March 2007


Outside:
noticed Celandine's today
yellow sparks shining back to the sky

inside:
pale blue and pink twilight through the studio window
birds singing
evening star above the tree tops



Inside: thought of this today

looking for an imperfection

and

loop aperture


Tuesday, 27 February 2007


Inside: Chaos, time for a clearout.

Wednesday, 21 February 2007

Friday, 16 February 2007




Inside: Taken fom the top, Gouache - Campo de S Margherita awning - Stretch canvas -
still sound in cubase, the wait .
Filmed a cobweb.
Outside: light dimmed in the afternoon , pale white on grey - then disapeared.

Thursday, 15 February 2007

Outside: a strong southerly gale
Inside: it blows through every crack in the house

Tuesday, 13 February 2007

Wednesday, 7 February 2007

Inside: Finally got the Sicily stuff up on my site www.tomrickman.co.uk.
Had some nice response from the Morgan comunity.
Spent all day on the computor doing web page and listening to my drone music.
Outside: the complete opposite to yesterday, cold wet and dark. Grey sea rolling from the North East.
There was a slight lift in the light in the west late afternoon - I like that kind of thing.

Tuesday, 6 February 2007

Outside: white lemon light
blue sky blue
porthgwara the rim is a hazed milk lip
still
other worldly
in warm air
a blue heaven
brocaded with pale winter sunlight
through bright

Saturday, 3 February 2007

Inside: Working on text for Sicily stuff. Trying to fine tune it so it resembles something not naff. Nice going over it as puts me back there.

Outside: Walk by the rocks, bay full of white horses, easterly wind, salt on the lips.
Light is slowly returning.

Inside: Evening star setting over the trees from the studio. Sky is that pale blue violet, thin but bright.
Seek out the twilight as it compresses the strength of the light, has something to gauge it by (ie encroaching darkness) as opposed to mid day were the light is spread all around. ( In northern climes anyway)
Comparing the bright light of Sicily as opposed to the 'mists of Avalon' at the moment, two different atmospheres, both compelling, one familiar and one desired.

Quite interesting program about Eel Pie Island Twickenham. Thought of my past growing up there, that part of the river, the arched bridge, the swimming pool, the church and the ornamental gardens. Going to play school, the sound of the boatyards and the smell of the river. That shop with deep green doors and wooden counters, selling Britain plastic farm animals, the smell and feel of the plastic.
Memories like paintings.
When reading The Horses Mouth by Joyce Carey always have that place by the river in mind.

Friday, 2 February 2007


Inside Back to the grid

Thursday, 25 January 2007


Inside:
Worked on more Sicily stuff, seems to be coming together. Starting to think of larger works and also what for Venice in June. Looking at blue sky through my roof light.
Outside:
Walked out to the cliffs at Treen, late afternoon, perched on a ledge looking out and down.
Feel at a good place at the moment, sought of floating, indeterminate. Quite content to observe.
Make notes, regard the waves below meeting the sand, a lace frilled edge.
Thinking of change or more so development.

Sunset was gold.
great rays like a childhood stretching across the sky
pale blue to yellowing candle light
gold like gold

a red sun, large on the horizon,
big bright ember
south of scilly

pink violet from the east slowly creeping towards west like a soft lid of night
half moon directly above