H S Campoy

Seasons of a Soul is a is a poetic journey through the Earth seasons – spring, summer, autumn, winter…a collection of the contradictory feelings each season brings.

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Seasons of a Soul is a is a poetic journey through the Earth seasons – spring, summer, autumn, winter…a collection of the contradictory feelings each season brings. The blossom of spring opens when the sprites dance in our gardens, jumping flower to flower collecting colour, nectar, and provisions. Bright summer is when souls sparkle as the rays of the sun, illuminating every corner we may have aimed to keep in darkness, unveiling all the hopes we pretend not have. Mellow autumn is a second spring, where the changing colours of the leaves reflect the once-bright flowers as the branches yearn to sleep. Autumn is relaxation and introspection, but with a touch of colour and imagination. Finally, yet an essential restitution, before the cycle can begin again, winter melds the melancholy months with a snow a blanket of solitude, beneath which one chooses to reflect on success, failure, delusion and illusion…

Seasons of a Soul

Seasons of a Soul is a is a poetic journey through the Earth seasons – spring, summer, autumn, winter…a collection of the contradictory feelings each season brings expressed in photos and words.

£11.00

Have you ever been taken with a desire to break your chains…to travel?

I had. My first step into the world beyond my neighbourhood was through the books I read. I’ll never forget when I saw for the first time black and white photographs of New York City and the Hoover Dam in the Colorado River. Though two-dimensional, monochromatic and flat on paper, both images were grandiose, challenging my imagination to enter their real depth, guiding my steps on a search for more. I was just 10 years old. After exploring all the images and entries in that encyclopaedia, the compulsion to experience for real, those places I had imagined in three dimensions, overwhelmed all my senses. I was seventeen when I first attempted to fulfil that dream. I competed for a scholarship in Italy, more precisely at the Milano Politecnico. I won, but, still a minor, my parents forbade me from attending. Frustration is too feeble a word to represent my feelings! >>

“Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.” 
― Pablo Picasso

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“I decided I would fill the emptiness in me with words and paint.”

I begun to paint using oil, but soon I understand oil wasn’t my way to express all the feelings words couldn’t translate. Changing to acrylic I tiptoe throught the colours, especrimenting wiht shadows, brights and themes.

Tree! Finally I decided painting trees. The trees are my anchor to the world, a relief for my solitude and a friend when the chest is in pain and the mind in turmoil.

Sunset Tree

acrylic on canvas w: 70 cm h: 100 cm no frame

€150.00

Moonlight

acrylic on canvas w: 70 cm h: 100 cm no frame

€150.00

Winter Tree

acrylic on canvas w: 40 cm h: 60 cm no frame

£35.00

Science, Photography, Art, Expression : if you’re wondering what all these words have in common my answer would be ‘people’ – humans! The human understanding of how light and chemistry interact enabled inventors – human beings likeme and you– to create devices capable of capturinginstants in time; recording them chemically in a sensitive film, or electronicallyusingan image sensor. If that’s the human science behind photography, where, then, is the art? >>