Kayak 

Oils on board | 61cm x 20cm | 81cm x 40cm framed

Kayak01 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold,for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #01 | oil on board

Distant shores - the archipeligo
Kayak #01 oil on board by Ian harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #01 | framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster Gallery
Kayak02 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #02 | oil on board

Inspired by the Breton coast
Kayak #02 oil on board by Ian harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #02 | framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster Gallery
Kayak03 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at the Porthminster gallery

Kayak #03 | oil on board

The tide ebbs and flows
Kayak #03 oil on board by Ian harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #03 | framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster gallery
Kayak04 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #4 | oil on board

Between the headland and the islets
Kayak #04 oil on board by Ian harrold, sfor sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #04 | framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster Gallery
Kayak05 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #5 | oil on board

The ocean speaks 
Kayak05 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #05 | framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster Gallery
Kayak06 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #6 | oil on board

Wavelets racing through the shingle
Kayak06 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #06 | framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster Gallery
Kayak07 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #7 | oil on board

Which route? Where is the tide?
Kayak #07 oil on board by Ian harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #07 | framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster Gallery
Kayak08 oil painting on board by Ian Harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #8 | oil on board

Held in suspension
Kayak #08 oil on board by Ian harrold, for sale at Porthminster Gallery, St Ives, Cornwall

Kayak #08| framed

  In wooden frame | Porthminster Gallery

In the summer we have a soft benign marine landscape in the coves and inlets between the headlands and islands, yet only metres away beyond the point the sea churns, waves crashing on the cliffs, then sucking pebbles through the almost spherical rocks in the gulleys, hissing and crackling. In our cove these sounds are just a murmur, almost a memory. But in winter the full force of the Channel makes itself felt, almost another world.

Standing in the shallows looking out to sea, the ocean speaks its endless soliloquy, wavelets racing through the sand and shingle, then receding with a long hiss. We gaze out towards distant headlands and islets. Which route today? Where is the tide? the longshore drift?

The water’s surface is an oily membrane | interface | gasket, - between two worlds. The paddles gently pierce the surface, in the froth the two fluids are momentarily as one, then the membrane is healed again as the kayak moves across the water. The hull held in suspension, burnishing the surface. So we proceed, floating in the space between the two fluids, air and water, trying to read the sea ahead. What lies beneath?

Lying between the rocks, the weed could be considered lifeless, limp, and passive. But with each successive tide it's true nature is revealed, the sacs of air in this 'popweed' lift the mass through the depths of salt water, swirling with the currents. Paddling a kayak through these reaches is a unique experience, and later when taking a dip in the evening one can actually enjoy the sensation of the weeds slipping across the skin. We know this place. Childhood fears of the unknown long forgotten.

The sea breathes - the tide its pulse.