B e n   U n s w o r t h

Land ahoy

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Welcome alongside this happy port of oil and canvas. A colourful sanctuary from the listing malaise of dot-com doldrums.

What fair currents draw thee hither? What miracle of chance steers your course to this remote shore?

Search words? Algorithms? Scurvy?

The unfathomable mysteries of the high seas endure.

Markets have changed much since times when an art gallery might be relied upon entirely to peddle a painter's productions. Alas, with the tide now apparently turned on familiar methods and customs in this regard, and the inexorable flow of progress drawing everything further out to sea, the surviving painter is reluctantly pressed into action, and can now be spotted haunting the grubby docks of self-promotion, with all the enthusiasm, and general hues, of a dead barnacle.

The loathsome hustle. 

Needless to say, it's extremely crowded and competition is as stiff as tarred-rope.

"Hello sailor, you going my way?"

It seems almost impossible to imagine being discovered above all the gushing and pouting.

And yet still, like each Spring brings forth new life, mottled lambs resting in dappled shade, for example, buttercups and dragonflies,

there is hope.