2017
EXHIBITION FOREWORD :
A dream it seemed to me, a night so cold trees turned to white before my eyes.
Frost rimed the land and air, and the ancient tree.
Waters rose, and perceiving Reason’s noble visage drowning neath the waves, we took ship to ride out the storm… returned light displayed the uppermost boughs of mighty trees piercing the surface of dark waters… from the sky without a sound a lance of flame, and neath there jiggered sabbath shapes.
Abandoned Babel, submerged in evening depths… and a solitary boatman, dark before a setting sun, approaches on a sea of glass, and sounds a final horn… the boatman calls…
Sax Impey, 2017
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EXHIBITION INTRODUCTION :
Like the desert, where religions form, the open ocean asks of the imagination a narrative.
Observations on my journeys hinted at the fragments of a story… another story, or perhaps another’s story…
It seemed to me I garnered traces, or echoes of it, on a white winters night in England, in Biscay, and in the waters of the Mediterranean on a voyage which turned out to be the last I would ever make with Trevor Vincett, a friend and mentor over so many ocean miles.
This exhibition is dedicated to his memory.
Sax Impey, 2017
