The Widening Gyre
 
Mixed media on canvas H91 x W91 X D4cm
 
The age of the jigsaw came again during Covid and I completed a circular hopeful rainbow puzzle to use as a base idea for this work. After it was attached to the canvas I used acrylics and metallic inks over the surface to create an idea about hope in flux, coming together and dispersing. Every small part thrown into chaos in a great machine or organism that reels and twists around the central core.
The meaning behind the work is expressed perfectly in the words of the poet Yeats.
 
The title is from the The Second Coming by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

Like much of my work, in different lighting, daylight, artificial, sunlight, low light, this painting speaks a different language in each, sometimes blinging and zinging with reflected twinkles and glitters. Other times more muted with hints of shimmer and shine surrounded by the deepest faintly iridescent purple darkness.
 
Signed, dated and titled on the back.