Tuesday, 23 February 2010

The Workhouse Little Town Ribchester February Snow A painting by Rob Miller


The Workhouse Little Town Ribchester February Snow
Liquatex on Canvas
30 x 20 inches

Heavy snowfall in February  Little Town is a small group of houses huddled by the River Ribble before the bridge apparently it marks the roman ford where Watling Street crosses the Ribble and has been a town since then. The workhouse is a print and design firm and is on the left.
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Monday, 22 February 2010

The Road to Whalley on Whalley Nab - A painting by Rob Miller.



The Road to Whalley on Whalley Nab 
Liquatex on Canvas
50 cm x 50 cm

Work Completed.
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On the last day of Automn (Read Lancashire) A painting by Rob Miller



On the last day of Autumn I walked the road to Simonstone
- (Higher House Farm Read Lancashire)
Professional Acrylic on Canvas
50 x 70 cm
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Here is a seasonal poem that I have always liked, its by the German Poet Maria Rainer, who like Schumann the composer had a certain grasp of the seasons. This poem is called autumn which translated in a rudimentary fashion (Its a long time since I did my German Exam) may mean; Thank you Lord for the long summer, the ripening of the vine will be completed if we have but two more warm days, and then she reminds us that if you have not completed what you should have done such as building your house than that time is now past and you must walk ceaselessly while the falling leaves dance. Here the seasons of the year are representative of the seasons of life.

Herbsttag


Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr groß.
Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren,
und auf den Fluren laß die Winde los.

Befiel den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;
gib ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein.

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Thursday, 18 February 2010

Boscant Brabants. Work in progress. Rob Miller


Commission

W/C on paper
74 x 35 cm
Boscant Nd Brabants

Work in progress,
( the paint is still very wet as can be seen by the puddle on the right)

Rob Miller

The workhouse Ribchester Wintry Lane, Winter Willow and River Painting by Rob Miller



Work in progress
20" x 30"
Liquitex on canvas
Wintry Lane The Workhouse at Ribchester


Work in progress
20" x 30"
Liquitex on canvas
Winter willow on the River Ribble
De Tabley

The snow brings great opportunities for the landscape painter, a different set of subtle hues, different shapes and different forms. These two paintings are off subjects close to the old De Tabley Arms.

Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Beech Trees Whittle Hall; Work in Progress Rob Miller



Beech Trees Whittle Hall On Moor Lane; The road from York to Whalley.
Acrylic on canvas 

These are the first two stages of this painting; the painting is a part of a small series that retraces a favourite walk I did as a teenager.  For me the road is still an excellent example of all that is best in Lancashire. A high narrow lane an expanse of green passes through meadows and woods by farms and ancient halls. There are great views out to sea, views up to Pendle Hill ahead and on the left the opening Ribble Valleys myriad woods, hedges, rivers and villages. Above the sky is large and expansive. You can almost sense what Cezanne would make of Moor Lanes wonderful greens and soft blues.

Pick Up Bank Drawings by Rob Miller






Charcoal and Ink on Paper.
I have a great affinity to this place. I love its rugged nature and its place in the valley. The bank is steeped in history, mining, agriculture cotton milling its East Lancashire at its best. Its also a place for concern, untouched and unchanged for a century or more, now the bulldozer owner is making short change of the fragile moorlands.

Saturday, 6 February 2010

On the old Roman Road, Read Lancashire...Work in progress Rob Miller




The Old Roman Road Higher House Farm
Acrylic on Canvas.

This shows two of the stages in the painting the first the background colours and drawing in charcoal and  paint creating the paintings structure and future mood.  The area is on the edge of moorland, ancient woodland and witchcraft.

The second image is a freshening coat of paint that begins to set some values in colour but not in tone. Structurally it also starts a debate between the values that I should place on whats more important to me and the viewer is it:-
a) the distant view through the trees or
b) the white farm its intimate pedestrian gateway and the bend in the old road.

Friday, 5 February 2010

Whalley Nab Two new paintings by Rob Miller


























Two works completed both are part of a series of new work on journeys. These two works are of Whalley Nab which is a perfect wooded knoll above Whalley village. The terraced cottages of the village can be glimpsed through the circle of leafs which are just strating to change and yellow. In the top painting the wooden lane, steep on one side opens up to a view of Pendle and rows of fields, scattered housing litter the woodlands and the River Calder glitters like a necklace. Aside from the seasons all is largely unchanged on the lane since I walked up the steep brow with my mother some twenty or so years ago.Whalley was the place were I was born.

The road to Whalley; Nearing the bottom of the Nab;
The road to Whalley; On Whalley Nab.
50 cm x 50 cm
Acrylic on Canvas

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Fell Farm Painting Lancashire. Rob Miller


Fell farm Lancashire
Acrylic on Canvas
61 cm  x 91 cm




















A work revisited. High above the Pennine valley,  a lost ship,  the farm squats in the lee
of the valley. Sharing company  with the houses of stone quarry men long departed
Today empty byres, quiet halls and  rectangular windows in a  sea of  blond.


Ted Hughes puts it far better..


'These grasses of light, 
which think they are alone in the world.
These stones of darkness,
which have a world to themselves.
Moors are a stage for the performance of heaven
Any audience is incidental'
Ted Hughes Stanbury Moor Remains of Elmet.