One of my favourite artists, Eric Ravilious’s work is something I look at again and again in my copy of “Ravilious in Pictures”
I love Eric Ravilious’ paintings. They are so evocative of time and place; their bold and joyful style is charming and cheerful, a representation of a cosy, comfortable world where all is undulating green hills, endless views and traditional, pastoral activity. You can’t help but look at his paintings and feel uplifted; their gentle, domesticated settings frame the world in a colourful and delightful bubble of buoyant spirits, celebrating all that it is to be British. However, on closer inspection of his work, there is much more to his seemingly innocent scenes than meets the eye. Snaking across those undulating green hills is barbed wire; looping high in the air above the gently meandering country roads are electricity wires; puffing along beneath an ancient landmark is a speeding stream train; above the peaceful scenes of men working in fields are looming, cross-hatched, grey clouds.
As full as Ravilious’ paintings are…
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