The Point
The story of this print starts in the distant doorway seen through the arch on the left. I was happily lost, walking through the narrow deserted alleyways of Dubrovnik, away from the crowds of tourists. I was suddenly surrounded by music. I could hear a quartet practicing some were above me and in the distance below I could hear a brass band playing in one of the squares, while in one of the trees near by there was what must have been hundreds of birds chattering. A piano drifted in and out of hearing, and from outside the city walls the long deep echoing hoot of a cruise liner. All this before I had stepped into the print. I wondered about the narrow alleyways and passages and it seemed as though the age of the place was oozing out of the walls and up through the cobbles and slabs. I saw no one for ages and felt a distinct tension in the long dim turning tunnels. Doors and shutters were open and sometimes I heard the clink of coffee cups and muffled chatter, the scrape of a chair on a wooden floor. All the time I felt I was being watched. Then through a small window of a room that bridged a narrow alleyway I heard a Cmagor 7th chord playing on a piano, slowly and rhythmical over and over again. I turned a corner and the statue of an angle pointed down to something on the ground.
Pen and ink Then Giclee on canvas