CLARE CLARKSON DEVELOPMENT

When I first looked at Tim Nathan's recent works I used the words 'many have witnessed such scenes but few have captured them’, of course though we ourselves are captive to nature's grand illusions and stand marveling in its elusive presence. What we witness in the evening is gone by morning and so too, the morning skies and horizons are long gone by nightfall.
For Tim Nathan this recent work is a marked end point in what seems to have been a personal journey. What went before were fleeting abstractions and diverse figurative sketches, in which the artist is playing with form and pathos with bold yet delicate strokes of the ink pen.
What we are witnessing is a discovery of the world through glass again, a return to the photographic. Here in this new zen like phase, that is expressive, yet both rigid and disciplined, Tim rests his eyes on that which we seek but never find, only to discover that it was there right in front
of our eyes all the time.
It is as if the drama and anticipation of changing skies and moody seas echo the complication and confusion of our troubled minds. These scenes witnessed through a lens and cast within a frame speak of personal human pain, experiences and circumstances, temper our suffering. The sea and sky bring us a calm wonder and visceral moments in time.
Nature's visual gift to us is that of peace and joy.

Absolutely brilliant, everything you could want and more, highly recommend


Many years ago I read a book by Carl Jung. It was certainly amongst the most important books that I ever read. In this book, as i remember, was a chapter on the meaning of art. There was a page with a black and white plate covering half of it, it was a picture of a harvested cornfield, flat featureless land with some crows, small and black in the distance.
The reader was invited to give an opinion on the picture. 'Bleak but unremarkable' I think was my verdict. Jung then said 'Now look at the picture again , In the knowledge that this was the last picture painted by Van Gough before he shot himself.
The experience was revelatory and though it happened forty years ago something in me must have avowed that if I ever came across such a message in a picture again I would do my best to recognise it. Such a phenomenon occurred for me for the first time since that day when Tim began posting the first his sequence of seascapes. I saw Death. I imagined 'This was the last picture the photographer took before walking into the sea' written at the bottom.
It was the darkest days of midwinter, peak morbidity and hospitalisation in the Delta Covid wave. Whatever was going on in Tim's personal universe at that time it chimed perfectly with the mood of the town, the country, maybe even of all humanity. It did not take too much imagination in those not so far off days days to feel that for the first time in many generations, once again The Reaper stalked our land.
I have lived by the sea nearly all my life, even spent some years living upon it. It is as familiar to me as my own face I have seen it go from sheet of glass to Hurricane and back again. I know it. I live by Tim I have the same view of that horizon every day as he does and yet these photographs, these pictures of that so familiar thing stopped me in my tracks, grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and commanded, Like Jung did all those years ago 'Now Look again'