the other side
the other side by ashar

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92x92x5cm on cradled board.

The work is in oil on a wooden panel, with a variety of mediums for mark-making. I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal and pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on a plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed


There’s a place I go, inside myself,
Where nobody else can be,
And none of my friends can tell it’s there –
Nobody knows but me.
It’s hard to explain the way it feels,
Or even where I go.
It isn’t a place in time or space,
But once I’m there, I know.
It’s tiny, it’s shiny, it can’t be seen,
But it’s big as the sky at night …
I try to explain and it hurts my brain,
But once I’m there, it’s right.
There’s a place I know inside myself,
And it’s neither big nor small,
And whenever I go, it feels as though
I never left at all. by Dennis Lee

Ref: 23/13

the other side by ashar

92x92x5cm on cradled board.

The work is in oil on a wooden panel, with a variety of mediums for mark-making. I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal and pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

I use oil pastels, oil sticks, markers, scrapers charcoal, pigment sticks, newspaper, and graphite to make marks whichever fits the moment

UV protected, Signed on the back. The work is on a plywood panel and is ready to hang. No further framing is needed


There’s a place I go, inside myself,
Where nobody else can be,
And none of my friends can tell it’s there –
Nobody knows but me.
It’s hard to explain the way it feels,
Or even where I go.
It isn’t a place in time or space,
But once I’m there, I know.
It’s tiny, it’s shiny, it can’t be seen,
But it’s big as the sky at night …
I try to explain and it hurts my brain,
But once I’m there, it’s right.
There’s a place I know inside myself,
And it’s neither big nor small,
And whenever I go, it feels as though
I never left at all. by Dennis Lee

Ref: 23/13