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Hilary Barry






 





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HIRAETH


I stand at edge of sea and earth,

My bare feet washed in gentle surf.

Hiraeth's longing to call me on,

Here, on shore, in setting sun.

Hiraeth calls past sunset fire,

"Look beyond, come far higher!"



I have lived in London for three quarters of my life but I am still haunted by the rugged mountains of Llangnidr, the mist over the Clydach Valley and the rough sea of Porthcawl – the landscape I remember from my childhood, triggering memories of a shared past. The land has been destroyed and renovated, is constantly changing and is able to absorb all human activity. It has reformed and transformed throughout my lifetime.


My paintings are often a combination of the real, the remembered and the imagined. In my work, I do not attempt to accurately record or recreate, but to evoke the memory of landscape. They are also enquiries into unknown territories: an attempt to create something unpredictable, beyond the subject.

I want the work to evolve its own life and meaning.


My father spent time in China during the war, and the souvenirs he brought back instigated my interest in Chinese painting. This is often referenced in my own work, with the concept of appearance and disappearance being a recurring theme.


In this age of technology, where landscape is often seen fleetingly through the window of a moving car or train, or on a screen, my work attempts to evoke an elusive world where time is understood not as a linear narrative but, rather, where the familiar and the unreal merge in sensory perception.

                                                                                     

I predominantly use the medium of pen and ink with the detail and the building up of shadows and depth with straight lines”.  The actual sizes of the pictures vary enormously. They all, however, no matter how large or small, contain the same singularly detailed and minute focused attention that I feel has become my hallmark.











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