Brutalism

I love Brutalist Architecture. I love it. I love the size and the shape and the colours (or lack of colours) of it. I feel strongly about it. To me, it is anything but brutal. It is sublime and sculptural, and makes me feel immediately fascinated yet humbled whenever I see it. As an appreciator … More Brutalism

Art Nouveau

  No more than Ivy winding around branches, Deep down a Somerset lane. Yet the glimpse of it took me to Paris: to flowing Guimard Ironwork. Arching stonework on Barcelona streets. Exotic, urban landscapes.   © Tom Tide 2016  

The Shippen a storm

An Ark. Firmly run aground in a safe harbour. Once a refuge for animals, milked two by two. Now a home, lovingly crafted. Formidably hulled: all Shipshape and Bristol fashion. A beam-boned whale, with portholes Peering out at rolling landscapes. All wood a creaking, flexing, holding fast. Scything the wind. Enduring rains. Prow raised up to … More The Shippen a storm

Divine

What a wondrous thing To wander through a garden. Deftly led by its creator. To watch those loving hands caress floral finery. See a place through another’s eyes. Bathe in coaxed colours and textures, Swaying branches bedecked by leaves, as if coral Deep within a reef. Finding pleasure in every twisting turn of treble clef … More Divine

Mirage

The air shimmered with heat, rank with the sharp tang of cacti and dessicated earth. Shapes flowed and flourished everywhere, both in stone and plant. Not a garish hue in sight. All sage, sorrel, ochre and white. Above all white. Soothing, glowing, framing everything else. Pots, bricks, tiles- all took on a pleasure and life … More Mirage

Landscaping

A portrait Of a landscape On a wall Within a landscape Of beauty Painting a portrait In the landscape of my imagination    

To fare on-fusing the self that wakes and the self that dreams

Our world occasionally witnesses people who possess beautiful minds and souls. A combination of qualities that in a creative person yields masterpieces. Sometimes these gifted ones draw their admirers and afficianadoes.  Rarely, they become master craftspeople, and inspire generations. The architect Frank Lloyd Wright is one of these people for me. I know next to … More To fare on-fusing the self that wakes and the self that dreams