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Floating on the Walls

There are treasures to be taken away from this country which has not yet found an interpreter equal to the abundance of riches which it displays

Paul Cézanne

Floating on the Walls

Acrylic on Canvas
23 x 30.5 x 3.5cm (unframed)

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Line is Cast

Many years ago, I was fishing off a rock when a lowly canoe pulled up alongside.  The fisherman, his name Mohamed, asked me to help steady him in as he dismounted amongst the rocks and rolling water.  His catch was being delivered to the local club some meters behind me.  As we dragged in, I couldn’t help but remark on his catch of barracuda and grouper (about eight in total) every one of them HUGE.

I offered to swap my three snappers for the one with the biggest teeth… a brief pause between his laughter, he said,

We a dɔn go lɛf dɛn wan ya, a de kam chich you fayn genjin
After I’ve dropped these off, I’m going to teach you a really good rig

Missing Link

I continued to barter hard as he unloaded, finding every excuse to at least hold a catch that was nearly the same size as me. None the less, a deal was set; I was charged with looking after Mohamed’s canoe and in return he was going to grant me enlightenment; guiding my pathway to legendary status in the Aberdeen area of Freetown. This genjin was my evolutionary bridge, the one that would most probably change my life permanently.

After what seemed an eternity, The Fish Whisperer was back and I was ready…

Kam bɔbɔ, kam sidɔm 
Come here boy, come sit

This was it…. my 10 years on earth was about to change…. forever!

Mohamed pulled out a ball of tangled line and placed it between us as he started to softly whistle…

Ol na ya… ɛn ya, so…
Hold here… and here, like this…

Mohamed, na wetin wi de du so? Na layn nɔmɔ wi de pan lus..
Mohamed, what are we doing? We’re only untangling some line…

He smiled.

Bɔbɔ Perr, naw naw naw, yu na fishaman
Pierre my boy, right now at this very moment, you are a fisherman

After the lines had be re-spooled, Mohamed washed his hands and taught me how to rig THE BEST EVER fishing line…

But that wasn’t the bit that stuck.  That wasn’t the bit that stayed with me throughout my life. 

Unwinding.  

Be patient.  Life can sometimes become unravelled and left in a mess.  With time, nurturing and a correct pair of hands to guide, teasing a bit here, threading a bit there, much can be learned and much can be gained.

Mohamed paddled off quietly as I continued to fish…

Line is Cast

Acrylic on Canvas
24 x 30 x 3.5cm (unframed)

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There’s a reason why so many people varnish…

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Circling, Waiting, Watching.

Never slacken!

A slack fishing line, especially in wind and choppy conditions, is more often than not the main cause for line tangles and disruption. Before preparing to cast a hand-line, it is very important you lay the coils down in an organised fashion. If the elements of high winds and choppy waters rage against you, wrap your line carefully, close to your body. When you come to cast, these loose but organised coils will leave you, smoothly.

Handline fishing in adverse conditions, needs complete attention. A fisherman must never leave his line unattended.
When deciding to fish by hand, the trickiest part of all is casting. For a good cast, weight and bait are crucial, but most importantly is the timing. A correct measure of weight, spun well and cast, will reach further, cutting through the wind, flying well above the noise and landing in choice spots barely visible to the eye.

Love what you do, honestly!

There are no fish finders, no drones, no artificial lures and no reels. GPS hotspots have not been bought. This is hand-line; wound on driftwood; each wind of the twine bound by secrets of the ages. This is as organic and as pure as it gets.

They say that smooth seas never make for skillful sailors, fishing, especially in rough water, is not about catching fish, it’s about catching yourself!

Circling, Waiting, Watching.

Acrylic on Canvas
508 x 406 x 38mm (unframed)
Canvas is triple primed 100% quality cotton all wrapped around kiln-dried A+ solid pine timber.

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Pause

Pause

Acrylic on Canvas
508 x 406 x 38mm (unframed)
Canvas is triple primed 100% quality cotton all wrapped around kiln-dried A+ solid pine timber.

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Varnish makes water shine!

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Drop a Line

Sometimes a quick call can make all the difference!!!

…drop a line.

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The Rock Narrative

A boy stands on a rock and drops a line.

As his years and stories progress, he becomes fussier; a bigger catch, a certain type, volume … the sea is deep and vast.

We do what we can, with what we have.  Either way, to survive, we must be creative.  Wasted time, surely… staying fixed to the same spot, casting out the same bait EVERYDAY?  We move from rock to rock, stealth-like as we begin to think like the fish.

Passing boats.  They are armed.   Full of the proper gear.  Rods, boxes full of rapalas, diesel engines, fish-finders, POWERHow to compare? Surely the battle is lost. 

With infinite knowledge of the rocks around him, revealed by the change of tide, he finds his spot amongst the broken bottles and shards of glass which prove the perfect instruments to cut away the core from a washed up cuttlefish.  A God send;  He is on my side.

The voracious feeders tear shrimp away far too easily.  Squid bait goes on and on leaving no trace, no scent, no fragment.

The water shimmers, rocks are lost then appear again.  Careful never to turn your back to the breaks.  The elements and you roll as one…

The line is cast yet struggles to sink as the chop of each wave rejects this humble offering.

Suddenly a frenzy

Like pieces of flint smashing against each other; a shoal of silver sparkles set the water alight.  The weightless line jerking this way and that, yet you hold fast… a rhythm tocks along with every beat, every roll of the tide…the line tightens, there is no visual … just strain.

With a quick sharp flick of the wrist, silver breaks the surface and the palm rod bends. Out they come, four at a time, no bigger than a little finger.

With no bucket, but a rock pool a few steps away, the sparks are dropped in.  They blend in the familiar surroundings, becoming calm then tarnished.  Continuing late into the high sun, the remaining market fish, of no elegance, simply dissipate.

All the while, amongst the hubbub of wild activity, a few monsters prowl.  They are patient, taking their time… circling, waiting, watching.…

We cast our hearts and souls into our work; wild ideas, flashes of colour, freshness, all in abundance, floating on the walls and halls for the world to see.  The noise, the bubbles. 

The shark circles.

How many likes?  What’s your reach?  Follow me?

Suddenly all is still, the wild becomes the norm.

It takes aim and makes its charge….biting blindly in the flurry… scales and energy flashing, then disappearing into the milé.

Voices go wild. Yet, still in the middle of this carnage, the lifeless God-send bobs around.  It spies it.

Mouth agape, it sucks in everything with perfect precision; well timed, well aimed, well designed!
A brief pause in the moment, it turns… and…

Strike!!!!!!

Narrative for The Rock Series by Pierre Bamin

*Narrative accompaniment for The Rock, Series 1
Exhibited at The Flamingo House Exhibition May 2016

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Knock, Knock

Excerpt & Painting, 7 of 7, taken from the exhibition, ‘Credo’ 2007
Acrylic on Canvas – 80 x 100cm
© Pierre Bamin 2007 – All Rights Reserved

One of my Aunt’s most memorable dispositions was the acceptance of her life’s journey and yet a continued strength of faith to carry on. Through her many pains and sufferings she would often make light of the matter suggesting that, ’Di Pa dɔn fɔgɛt mi pan Im woklod’ – ‘God has forgotten me amidst His busy workload’

Knock Knock, was painted as a reminder to me about the world I found myself in at the time. A father of two, in a fast changing technological planet where I was slightly lost on ‘my journey’, I was caught up in a tide of news, information, do’s and don’ts, pulling me in every direction. Caught in this rush, at times it felt easy to go with the flow, racing past true riches to earn what I felt was my true self worth. The proof of this success? Acknowledgement that whatever my circumstances at the time, wherever I had come from and whatever the world threw at me, I could find a pattern, a solution; I thought I was in control of the bigger picture.


The Flow

In the current of life, the stream begins gently.
It drops gradually
but
left ignored, becomes a raging river
sweeping away all that it touches;
cold and turbulent.
Junctures of light.
The breaks.
Revealed rock-holds.
Grab-a-hold, catch a breath,
contemplate.
Contemplate the idea of turning it around.
Swim calmly against the torrent.
An entrance sitting on solid foundation;
easily missed in the rush.
The door always open and where
on the dry wall entrance,
rejuvenated vines bearing
true growth.

Accept with unequivocal belief
The dignity and peace of pursuing real truths.
And remember
should you give in to the flow of river
Consider the falls at the end!


Only twelve years ago I was recording my painting process on a camcorder and ‘burning’ the results onto a disc!

Thank you to all who have taken the time to read and view my Credo exhibition from 2007. Your support over the years has been wonderful and it’s been great to share it using all forms of social media.

This final painting from the series brings it to a close.


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Lipstick Mama

Painting of woman sitting at dressing table removing her lipstick

Lipstick Mama

Excerpt & Painting, 6 of 7, taken from the exhibition, ‘Credo’ 2007
Acrylic on Canvas – 100 x 80cm
© Pierre Bamin 2007 – All Rights Reserved
Model: Nadia Strahan

This painting is a personal observation on the effects modern time is having on family development.

Unlike lipstick, parenthood is not removable, rather it is indelible on the soul. The nurturing of a child is spiritual dialogue between the old and the new.

In every corner of our lives today there is a degree of pain and suffering, be it on a personal level or on a global scale. At times it may feel impossible to find solutions for this wave of dis-ease that prevails in our society, seemingly destroying the fragility and beauty of family as we flow along.

Parenting is agreeing to take part in the creation of change, to affect the world around us. It puts aside one’s own desires to nurture that of the offspring’s; this does not mean materialistically, it is done purely with one’s time.

The child’s growth is based on interaction. If ignored, their survival instincts will naturally look to draw from surrounding elements. If those ingredients promote greed, selfishness, deceit, violence etc, there lies the future! Youngsters teach us as much as we do them. Let us listen and reflect with intent.

Time invested in the youth, is time bestowed in the future.

Like any object in the world, neglect results in damage and deterioration. Today, we hear about forest fires, tsunamis and other freak weather conditions . Viewed as a metaphor, Mother Earth has given us her time, yet we do not return ours, and seemingly, these equivalents are showing signs in our homes. We must try to allocate attention to family-life, the aim to contribute positively to the creation of a brighter future.

Serving each other

Human beings are complex and an interdependent species. Our diverse strengths work to serve each other. Decisions we make, whether personally or professionally, sometimes come with a degree of doubt where we seek nods from those in the know; it is no different with our children. The Future looks to us for a defining light; it is from us that this direction must be lit.

“Children see themselves primarily through their parents’ eyes. They look to us to tell them not necessarily what they are but what they are capable of becoming. They depend upon us for a larger vision of themselves and for the tools to implement that vision.”

One must encourage the voice of youth and treat carefully the future staring back at us.


About Nadia Strahan

Nadia with band, The Kites

Nadia Strahan is a beautiful mother of two. A warm, compassionate human being and a performing arts specialist, she is a professional voice coach, offering private tuition from her home studio in Brighton.

You will often find her wowing audiences, both as a solo artist or as one third founding member of Gaslight Productions Ltd; an Immersive Theatre Company based in Brighton and various venues around the South East of England.

Nadia sings with an unmistakeable style, offering an eclectic mix of soulful delivery, funky jazz tones with a passion for music.


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