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The Shell Mandala

  • Artist : John F B Miles
  • Produced : 1982
  • Type : Giclee Print
  • Category : John Miles Paintings
  • Original Painting Size : 48 x 48 inches (122 x 122 cm)
  • Original Medium : Oil and acrylic on canvas

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A3 Size 10.7 x 10.7 in.
(272 x 272 mm)
11.7 x 16.5 in.
(297 x 420 mm)
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LARGE 21 x 21 inches
(530 x 530 mm)
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(610 x 630 mm)
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The Shell Mandala :

The Shell Mandala is one of John's more unusual 'mandala' paintings, in that its subject matter portrays the crashing of a wave onto the shore of a beach that consists of shingle, shells and pebbles. These smooth and wet pebbles are massed together at the bottom of the painting like a crowd of beggars, their glistening surfaces reflecting the rays of light that are refracted from the aquatic chaos of sand, foam, water and light that cascades down upon them. Many of the amorphous spiral waves that pull outwards from the complex 'vortex' at the lower centre of this painting relate to the microcosmic tides and currents that affect all liquids, like a storm in a teacup. This vortex, along with the sketchy spiral form within the blue of the wave's white mouth, is the only calm area of this painting, like the proverbial eye at the centre of a storm. The shell title of this mandala echoes the natural spirals of forms found in nature, and especially of seashells in this particular context.


EXTRACT FROM JOHN'S JOURNAL

Swirling mists of energy. The witch is near.
Reason is ground to dust.
Last weekend I stood in the churchyard at Stoke Gabriel.
I looked out over the land down to where the river kisses the banks.

The tree was overwhelming in its power.
The supports, humanly erected, had rotted with age
But the yew was braced with living power.
An old man spoke to me of an age of fifteen hundred years
But as I beheld the tree it murmured, "Much more".

© text by Robert Beer

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