A couple of years back I featured the work of my brother Frank….
I paid him a visit recently and, as always, was taken aback by the sheer volume of work he creates. Here…
there…
and everywhere…
He is very much an ‘outsider artist’ having never received any formal art training, but he has always had an insatiable appetite for creating.
Over the past four decades he has made sculptures from wood. Wood that he gathers from highways and byways on his journeys, but mostly these days from the twelve acres of land that he lives on in deepest Wales where he has been for the past 15 years.
His work is eccentric, fun, provocative and often beautiful to look at and to the touch. He has never exhibited or sold much. The whole process of negotiating a sale fills him with horror. He continues making because he has a need and passion to do it along with music – he plays sax, clarinet, flute, keyboard and took up cello a decade ago. His house is busting with hundreds of carvings, papier-mâché pots and a plethora of other creative activities that he indulges in. Outside he has planted hundreds of trees, all now maturing, and a series of delightful gardens in which his many sculptures feature. Here is a little visual gallery…