Bury Me In Aleppo

Bury me in Aleppo, for my children lie there
Carrion for the hawk, eagle and bear
Bury me in Aleppo, for my wife lies there too
Hope is the preserve of those such as you
Bury me in Aleppo, for it’s death I now pray.
I have no tomorrow, don’t let this be your day.

Peter McDonagh

Art Should Speak!

The Odyssey

The Odyssey (2016)

A painting about the terrible endless plight of Syrian refugees.

Help Me!

Is the sky above me so diff’rent to yours
that you would turn me away from these shores?
Is this the face of a migrant you see?
Does a migrant flee or a refugee?
Help me!

Peter McDonagh (2016)

Art should speak. To have a voice and not shout about issues is to gesticulate wildly to others in a very dark room. Art should ask something of the audience – to question, to disagree, to understand better, to feel, to inspire. Mime is the music of people who have misplaced their creativity and who rely, instead, on the aesthetic, the proven formula, the well trodden path, the commercial route to success. Over the years I have appreciated the talent of many artists if not their art. A boundary can be moved as far as one is willing to push it. Some, however, are content in their own comfortable space. To me, that is talent, not art. It is talent wasted. At at time when the World and its people are facing terrible issues, when people want to understand but are prevented from doing so by a corrupt media and people of influence, it is to the arts that people must turn. They cannot turn in our direction and be met with silence. Art should speak!

This painting is entered in the Artwaves Festival Open Exhibition being held on Saturday 14 and Sunday 15 May 2016 at The Spa Bridlington where it will be available for sale. Artwaves Open Exhibition

While Petals Furl Under Evening Dew

Running WaterSwirlsRocks

I have always loved being outdoors and close to nature. Despite my predominant interest in photographing people, my interest in capturing nature and the seasons has never waned.

While Petals Furl Under Evening Dew

Crystals of ice from frozen frosted breath,
Embrace the pallid flowers budding forth;
Heathers reach for heaven from frozen heath,
Curled in cold caress bleak blown from the north;
Blossoming blooms of crisp efflorescence,
Reach out to embrace a motherly sun,
And share the sweet scent of their fresh fragrance,
Before creeping shade commits the day done;
Then flushed palette paints a glazed rosy hue,
While petals furl under evening dew,
Till dawn whistles a choral performance.

by Peter McDonagh

The Last To See

The Last To See

Continuing the theme of outrage at our continued interference with nature as we seek to exploit its resources and control its riches, this expressionist painting is a window on an apocalyptic reality in Indonesia.
Corporate giants destroy the earth in their pursuit of a healthier bottom line.  It is criminal!  I wrote something to accompany the painting as a release for my anger…

The Last to See – Ode to Palm Oil
If I should die
Who’d weep but I
For I’m the last to see
A shroud above my head burns high
Where once green canopy
Invest, progress
Mammon the cry!
Earth raped by corporate thieves
Trees felled upon the land they lie
And in their place green wreathes.
By Peter McDonagh

Nestle and PepsiCo are evil immoral corporate giants who are destroying our planet in pursuit of profit. My current work can perhaps be described as Expressionist environmental art. I think of it as protest art.
Art should speak.