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oil on a wooden panel 60x60cm.
The Meeting draws its emotional charge from M. Davidson’s poem I Met Again That Devon Man, where memory and place entwine with quiet intensity. The canvas opens into pale, hushed light—a moment of stillness—before plunging into a layered terrain of reds, browns, and flickers of blue and orange. Scribbled lines and textured strokes evoke the rawness of recognition, the sudden reappearance of someone once known. This is Dartmoor as emotional geography: a place where past and present collide, where the land itself seems to hold the echo of a voice, a glance, a history. The painting doesn’t narrate—it remembers.

'I met again that Devon man,
He asked me, “Did you go
To where the rivers have their source,
And the moorland breezes blow;
Where all is peace and quietness,
And the summer air is cool;
Over heather, bogs, and brambles,
All the way to Cranmere Pool?”
Then I tried to tell him something
Of the beauties I had seen,
Of the vivid, strong impressions
Left upon me by the scene ;
But he answered very loftily
“To you, it may seem grand,
But such beauty’s very common
In our lovely western land, M. Davidson,1907

I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers, charcoal, pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks, whichever fits the moment
UV protected, signed on the back. The work is on a plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed

Ref: 21/03