Andy

Right now, I am just working on my PhD at Loughborough. Hanging out, relaxing, gym and work are on the agenda!
Basically i work when i am working and do my hobbies and interests when im not.. I'm into lots of fitness, biking, reading, movies, the arts, and listening to various beats, which vary a lot depending on my mood..
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You all laugh at me for being different, i pity you all for being the same..
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Jomtien - Thailand
Koh Chang - Thailand .. i can feel the breeze.. can you??
The "Good Morning view from my hut"- Any breakfast sir?
Secret Waterfall? - North Thailand forests...
Famous "Kowsarn Road" - farrang galore.. enjoy..
Gardens @ Wat Po
In art i found a world where freedom was a way of life and to express my true feelings was the only way to survive - ANDY...
Below is some of my art work inspired from my studies of Picasso, Braque, Duchamp and the Delauneys. I very much believe that as art becomes more abstract (less realistic) it must possess a greater sense of feeling and react with the person viewing it - Successful abstract work should be inspiring, which is why i welcome any comments regarding my work...
I am a very articlate artist with a deep appreciation for the use of colour and its potential in creating space, generating power and balancing a specific aura and feel for a piece of work. My travelling throughout the far-east greatly influenced these works. I've sold the work all over the world and do commissions. The Media: Oil Pastel/Oil Paints. Thanks- @nDy
The DAZE
FLOWERS
MEDITATING BUDDHA
The TEMPLE (Wat Arun- Temple of the Dawn)
Style: Expressionism - The LINES
------ FAVOURITE POEM -----
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden