my family and a chair

 

after Man Ray

     acrylic & pencil on photograph 10x8 inches 2019

 

Icarus

gold acrylic on photograph 5x7 inches 2019

 

blue in green

 

inheritance

Chris

 

It was a Saturday morning up where the public land intersects with the golf course. He was sitting smoking a cigarette with a small sandy mongrel by his feet. I was dawdling not wanting to cross the fairway leading to the 18th hole, a little nervous about getting hit in the head with a stray golfball. He said you can cross there - I said I've heard stories of trouble between walkers and golfers. He just shrugged and said there is always a little sandpaper in these situations. 

His use of the word sandpaper made me smile and we struck up a conversation as only two strangers can about people, the landscape and of course the pandemic. He asked what I was doing to which I replied on my way to take yet another picture of the same dead tree I had been photographing for the past year. He asked if I knew of the Japanese painter that did all the views of mount Fuji - Hokusai yes. He pointed to the Amex stadium that sits in one of the undulations of the hills of the South Downs Way. People hate it but I think it's great and I often think about doing that Hokusai thing with it. I agreed it would be a fine thing to do and added that I often find myself revisiting certain places as they seem worth more than one picture and that they reveal more to me each time. 

I asked if I could take his portrait - Normally I say no but as we've been chatting why not. I quickly took a picture and wrote down his email saying I'll send you a scan when I've processed the film.

A week later I emailed the picture and he replied - only the third photo of me I've liked since I was 11 years old and I would like a print.

you were a locked room

 

Silver gelatin

Ilford Multigrade FB warmtone

Slowly printing the series "Don't let them sell you the impossible dream"    2019-2021.

For print sales and enquiries please contact me via email.

andrewhillard@gmail.com

 

St Ann's well

 

even on days when nothing happens part 2

 

spoonman (steal the rhythm while you can)

Half frame movie - the birds

 

half frame movie

l'etranger

 

Edward Thomas - roads

 

Roads go on

While we forget, and are

Forgotten like a star

That shoots and is gone

from two weeks ago in Brighton

 

what are memories except the memory we give them?

Vulnerabilia

 

4x5 contact prints

Don't let them sell you impossible dream

Immensity on the loose

Two streets away

Relentlessly retreating

Hissing your name onto the pebbles

She struggles with the cycle 

Her salty faded veil dimmed at the edges

long shadows folded downward

no time for sudden guesses

no time only time to try

a man for all seasons

 

I stand here

and this is me

yes this is me

Richard the B

Blood and memory

blood and memory

a river coursing our lives

flowing on through the years

past people and places

a sliver of moon in an ink black song

its liquid breath keeps moving on

it spills through the thin trees

a thin trickle of blood

in the fading winter sunset

Bu

                                             Brighton        2018

 

goodbye Ivan Fridl RIP

                  Bratislava        spring      2004

 

https://photomemento.blogspot.com/2016/03/friends.html

even on days where nothing happens

 

half frame movie protagonists

 

A sequence of time

 

half frame movie

 

Forks

 

Roleinar I and the happy accident

work in progress

Another memory

                                                      "end of the day"    acrylic on wood     2020

watercolour from memory

                                               sunset isle of Skye mid 90's                         2020

We are proof that the heart is a risky fuel to burn

Fallen

Fallen, like empire
hopes for a new beginning
reclaimed by the soil
reaching out for the sky
a frozen gesture of defeat
once graceful and strong
now abandoned and alone
to be seduced by the fog of history

Hide and seek

I still believe in magic

Book

The history of who we once were

By Andrew Hillard

The history of who we once were