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Thank you for looking.
NB:
For understandable reasons, none of the commission pieces are available for purchase.
Latest Pieces
Commission Pieces
Kaleidoscope
TESTIMONIALS
Great variety of pictures
Congratulations William, what a great variety of pictures. Looking forward to seeing what you produce next.
About me
My name is William Laing, and I am a happily retired former I.T. Consultant, although still working as a part time Biycle Mechanic and (now) a passionate Artist. Based on the beautiful West Coast of Scotland, I am lucky to have some fantastic views to look out on, and lots of heritage and history around me to keep me stimulated.
My Art
Trying to describe art to someone is well nigh impossible, as it represents different things to different people. I a do not aspire to include any great message in my art, other than the simple pleasure I get from creating it.
Have a wee look around, and maybe you’ll see something you like. If not, thank you for taking the time to look, and if you feel like it, get out there and create. If I can, then you can.
What is ART
Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursiuts and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, art, these are what we stay alive for.
Marcel Duchamp is credited with saying “Everything in life is art,” “If I call it art, it’s art; or if I hang it in a museum, it’s art.”
All of the artworks are available to buy, both in original, or as a gloss/matt print. Please get in touch for pricing information.
A Painter’s Holiday
By Bliss Carman
Excerpt …..
Who knows upon what day may come the touch of that delirium
Which lifts plain life to the divine, and teaches hand the magic line
No cunning rule could ever reach, where Soul’s necessities find speech?
None knows how rapture may arrive to be our helper, and survive
Through our essay to help in turn all starving eager souls who yearn
Lightward discouraged and distraught. ah, once art’s gleam of glory caught
And treasured in the heart, how then We walk enchanted among men,
And with the elder gods confer! So art is hope’s interpreter,
And with devotion must conspire to fan the eternal altar fire.
Wherefore you find me here to-day, not idling the good hours away,
But picturing a magic hour with its replenishment of power.
Conceive a bleak December day, the streets all mire, the sky all gray,
And a poor painter trudging home disconsolate, when what should come
Across his vision, but a line on a bold-lettered play-house sign,
A Persian Sun Dance. in he turns, a step, and there the desert burns
Purple and splendid; molten gold, the streamers of the dawn unfold,
Amber and amethyst uphurled above the far rim of the world…..