Recent Works

“The heart’s desire, as a painter, as a gestural painter, in fact a gestural painter in layers, is to ecstatically see through and express that privilege of consciousness in the immediacy of form, colour, stroke…

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Whistleblower Blues (for Julian Assange)
Oil & enamel on linen, 50″ x 50″ / 127 x 127 cm.

Fear of Idleness
Oil & enamel on linen, 22″ x 18″ / 56 x 46 cm.

The Dance of Maya, L’Élue IX
Oil & enamel on linen, 62” x 50” / 157.48 x 127 cm.

The Dance of Maya, L’Élue X
Oil & enamel on linen, 62” x 50” / 157.48 x 127 cm.

The Dance of Maya, L’Élue XI
Oil & enamel on linen, 62” x 50” / 157.48 x 127 cm.

New Morning 
Oil on linen, 46” x 36” / 117 x 91.5 cm.

Respect
Oil on linen, 46” x 36” / 117 x 91.5 cm.

Meus Caros Amigos
Oil on linen, 46” x 36” / 117 x 91.5 cm.

Conflagration
Oil on linen, 40” x 58” / 101 x 147 cm.

Abfackeln!
Oil on linen, 36” x 50” / 91.44 x 127 cm.

Actions Speak
Oil on linen, 60” x 40” / 152 x 101 cm.

Louder Than Words
Oil on linen, 60” x 40” / 152 x 101 cm.

”Sometimes The Silence Can Be Like Thunder”, B. Dylan
Oil on linen, 44” x 62” / 111.76 x 157.48 cm.

Silence
Oil on linen, 40” x 62” / 101.6 x 157.48 cm.

Fear of Reticence
Oil & enamel on linen, 22″ x 18″ / 56 x 46 cm.

Fear of Transparency
Oil on linen, 22″ x 18″ / 56 x 46 cm.

Fear of Hypocrisy
Oil on linen, 22″ x 18″ / 56 x 46 cm.

Fear of Greed
Oil & enamel on linen, 22″ x 18″ / 56 x 46 cm.

Fear of Indifference
Oil on linen, 22″ x 18″ / 56 x 46 cm.

Fear of Distractions
Oil & enamel on linen, 22″ x 18″ / 56 x 46 cm.

“…Because when we look, say at a tree, we revel in the contained explosion of root, trunk, branch, leaf, blossom, fruit; fruit, blossom, leaf, branch, trunk, root. Thrust upwards, waving in the wind, shimmering. To see through that leaf to cell, to molecule, to atom, to energy is the ecstasy of the dervish. The dervish moves like that, is moved by that.

“We are the dervishes of the art world. From that ecstatic move to oneness with energy at the heart of things we fling colour onto canvas. It takes the shape of how we move, our dance. We are the psychic weathervane – turned by the multidimensional infinitely expressive currents of love, the consciousness of love. Burdened as we are by grief, by loss, by impossible desires, by the immense weight of the world, we spin, and throw off images from the unseen world, the world of sudden grace, of unconditional promise, of correspondences and revelations, of surprise.

“Isn’t it?”

—Jo Hayward-Haines