Untitled male, Lobus
Untitled male, Lobus

Mixed media on canvas

33cm x 33cm x 6cm

Sold

Strip in Red for Titan
Strip in Red for Titan

Mixed Media

42cm x 30cm

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Corrugated Torso
Corrugated Torso

Mixed Media
74cm x 47cm
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Reclining
Reclining

Mixed Media on Canvas

50cm x 50cm

£950.00

Liquid Line I
Liquid Line I

Ink on Chinese Mulberry Bark
64cm x 44cm

Just Waiting in Blue
Just Waiting in Blue

Mixed Media
55cm x 37cm

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Strip in Red II
Strip in Red II

Mixed Media
22.5cm x 15cm

Corrugated Brexit hay bales, 2018-2019
Corrugated Brexit hay bales, 2018-2019

Oil on prepared board

100cm x 48cm x 8cm (framed)

£2600 framed

Holding On
Holding On

Charcoal and acrylic on prepared paper

61cm x 42cm

£975.00

Untitled Ink
Untitled Ink

Mixed Media
42cm x 30cm

Strip in Yellow III
Strip in Yellow III

Mixed Media
22.5cm x 15cm

Corrugated white out, 2018
Corrugated white out, 2018

Chinese ink and acyclic on prepared corrugated board

48cm x 48cm x 7cm framed

£850

Earth Red
Earth Red

Digital inkjet limited edition print on 330gsm Somerset Satin enhanced archival paper 1/25 editions

59cm x 42cm

£325 framed

Tatiana, looking there
Tatiana, looking there

Charcoal
84cm x 59cm

Yellow II
Yellow II

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Fragments
Fragments

Mixed Media
59cm x 42cm

Reach Out
Reach Out

Mixed Media on Canvas
30cm x 30cm

Strip in Red I
Strip in Red I

Mixed Media
22.5cm x 15cm

Inkwash
Inkwash

Chinese Ink & Charcoal
59cm x 42cm

Backhanded
Backhanded

Mixed Media

30cm x 21cm

£450.00

Untitled Red Brick II
Untitled Red Brick II

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Liquid Line II
Liquid Line II

Ink on Chinese Mulberry Bark
64cm x 44cm

Dad loved a field of hay bales, no 1, 2018
Dad loved a field of hay bales, no 1, 2018

Oil and pastel on canvas
104cm x 104cm x 6cm (framed)
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Liquid Line III
Liquid Line III

Ink on Chinese Mulberry Bark
60cm x 44cm

Tatiana, weighed down
Tatiana, weighed down

Ink on Cartridge
84cm x 60cm

Yellow I
Yellow I

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Untitled Red brick I
Untitled Red brick I

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Inner Strength
Inner Strength

Mixed Media on Mulberry Bark
56cm x 46cm

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? 2018
Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? 2018

My late father's painting table, studio chair, paint splattered shoes, and wooden smoking pipe.

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? is a part of a body of work about the death of my father. The piece came about after clearing his art studio over several days discovering gems, junk and artefacts. Here lie one of his studio tables splattered with acrylic paint and his well-used swivel chair. I love the encrusted layering of paint sitting on the surface and his shoes suspended as there's nowhere left to walk. His smoking pipe unused for over 30 years with touches of paint, now hugs the wooden vessel. Beauty lies in the lingering smell of his tobacco so reminiscent of my childhood days. The pipe, ode to Magritte's 'Ceci n'est pas une pipe'. So perhaps, this is not a table. For me it's simply his body as though laid to rest. His shoes are suspended where his feet would lie and the empty chair at the head of the table. Unset. The pipe lingers at head height as though I'm prolonging his departure.

Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming to dinner?' 2018
Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming to dinner?' 2018

Featured in new group show, ‘Relational Dreams - The Disjunction of Aesthetic forms and their opposites’ from April 22nd - May 1st 2022.

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? is a part of a body of work about the death of my father. The piece came about after clearing his art studio over several days discovering gems, junk and artefacts. Here lie one of his studio tables splattered with acrylic paint and his well-used swivel chair. I love the encrusted layering of paint sitting on the surface and his shoes suspended as there's nowhere left to walk. His smoking pipe unused for over 30 years with touches of paint, now hugs the wooden vessel. Beauty lies in the lingering smell of his tobacco so reminiscent of my childhood days. The pipe, ode to Magritte's 'Ceci n'est pas une pipe'. So perhaps, this is not a table. For me it's simply his body as though laid to rest. His shoes are suspended where his feet would lie and the empty chair at the head of the table. Unset. The pipe lingers at head height as though I'm prolonging his departure.

Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming for dinner?' 2018
Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming for dinner?' 2018

Featured in new group show, ‘Relational Dreams - The Disjunction of Aesthetic forms and their opposites’, from April 22nd - May 1st 2022

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? is a part of a body of work about the death of my father. The piece came about after clearing his art studio over several days discovering gems, junk and artefacts. Here lie one of his studio tables splattered with acrylic paint and his well-used swivel chair. I love the encrusted layering of paint sitting on the surface and his shoes suspended as there's nowhere left to walk. His smoking pipe unused for over 30 years with touches of paint, now hugs the wooden vessel. Beauty lies in the lingering smell of his tobacco so reminiscent of my childhood days. The pipe, ode to Magritte's 'Ceci n'est pas une pipe'. So perhaps, this is not a table. For me it's simply his body as though laid to rest. His shoes are suspended where his feet would lie and the empty chair at the head of the table. Unset. The pipe lingers at head height as though I'm prolonging his departure.

50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 1, 2019
50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 1, 2019

Oil and acrylic on canvas

50cm x 50cm

50:50 part 1 & part 2, a diptych based on my late father’s last two paintings which he proudly showed to me in his studio before he became ill. His magnificent cadmium yellow wheat fields and cobalt blue sky, with straw stuck on the foreground. Glued on well, he told me, to repel rodent pals who had tried to eat the straw! After his death, I found his reference image lying on his studio floor. Just a cut up matzah (unleavened bread) box, splattered with his paint. He loved Passover, the Jewish festival about the story of the Exodus of the Jewish people lead out of slavery and hardship in Egypt. He enjoyed the symbolism and rituals of religion and was a spiritual person. The message is so relevant today. As his father Alec Zivatovsky, was a Ukrainian refugee, who managed to escape from Kyiv and granted asylum to the UK in the late 1890’s. The colours continue, and so does the search for freedom and peace as we stand with Ukraine.

50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 2, 2019
50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 2, 2019

Oil and acrylic on canvas

50cm x 50cm

50:50 part 1 & part 2, a diptych based on my late father’s last two paintings which he proudly showed to me in his studio before he became ill. His magnificent cadmium yellow wheat fields and cobalt blue sky, with straw stuck on the foreground. Glued on well, he told me, to repel rodent pals who had tried to eat the straw! After his death, I found his reference image lying on his studio floor. Just a cut up matzah (unleavened bread) box, splattered with his paint. He loved Passover, the Jewish festival about the story of the Exodus of the Jewish people lead out of slavery and hardship in Egypt. He enjoyed the symbolism and rituals of religion and was a spiritual person. The message is so relevant today. As his father Alec Zivatovsky, was a Ukrainian refugee, who managed to escape from Kyiv and granted asylum to the UK in the late 1890’s. The colours continue, and so does the search for freedom and peace as we stand with Ukraine.

Untitled male, Lobus
Strip in Red for Titan
Corrugated Torso
Reclining
Liquid Line I
Just Waiting in Blue
Strip in Red II
Corrugated Brexit hay bales, 2018-2019
Holding On
Untitled Ink
Strip in Yellow III
Corrugated white out, 2018
Earth Red
Tatiana, looking there
Yellow II
Fragments
Reach Out
Strip in Red I
Inkwash
Backhanded
Untitled Red Brick II
Liquid Line II
Dad loved a field of hay bales, no 1, 2018
Liquid Line III
Tatiana, weighed down
Yellow I
Untitled Red brick I
Inner Strength
Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? 2018
Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming to dinner?' 2018
Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming for dinner?' 2018
50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 1, 2019
50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 2, 2019
Untitled male, Lobus

Mixed media on canvas

33cm x 33cm x 6cm

Sold

Strip in Red for Titan

Mixed Media

42cm x 30cm

Sold

Corrugated Torso

Mixed Media
74cm x 47cm
Sold

Reclining

Mixed Media on Canvas

50cm x 50cm

£950.00

Liquid Line I

Ink on Chinese Mulberry Bark
64cm x 44cm

Just Waiting in Blue

Mixed Media
55cm x 37cm

Sold

Strip in Red II

Mixed Media
22.5cm x 15cm

Corrugated Brexit hay bales, 2018-2019

Oil on prepared board

100cm x 48cm x 8cm (framed)

£2600 framed

Holding On

Charcoal and acrylic on prepared paper

61cm x 42cm

£975.00

Untitled Ink

Mixed Media
42cm x 30cm

Strip in Yellow III

Mixed Media
22.5cm x 15cm

Corrugated white out, 2018

Chinese ink and acyclic on prepared corrugated board

48cm x 48cm x 7cm framed

£850

Earth Red

Digital inkjet limited edition print on 330gsm Somerset Satin enhanced archival paper 1/25 editions

59cm x 42cm

£325 framed

Tatiana, looking there

Charcoal
84cm x 59cm

Yellow II

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Fragments

Mixed Media
59cm x 42cm

Reach Out

Mixed Media on Canvas
30cm x 30cm

Strip in Red I

Mixed Media
22.5cm x 15cm

Inkwash

Chinese Ink & Charcoal
59cm x 42cm

Backhanded

Mixed Media

30cm x 21cm

£450.00

Untitled Red Brick II

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Liquid Line II

Ink on Chinese Mulberry Bark
64cm x 44cm

Dad loved a field of hay bales, no 1, 2018

Oil and pastel on canvas
104cm x 104cm x 6cm (framed)
Sold

Liquid Line III

Ink on Chinese Mulberry Bark
60cm x 44cm

Tatiana, weighed down

Ink on Cartridge
84cm x 60cm

Yellow I

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Untitled Red brick I

Mixed Media
30cm x 21cm

Inner Strength

Mixed Media on Mulberry Bark
56cm x 46cm

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? 2018

My late father's painting table, studio chair, paint splattered shoes, and wooden smoking pipe.

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? is a part of a body of work about the death of my father. The piece came about after clearing his art studio over several days discovering gems, junk and artefacts. Here lie one of his studio tables splattered with acrylic paint and his well-used swivel chair. I love the encrusted layering of paint sitting on the surface and his shoes suspended as there's nowhere left to walk. His smoking pipe unused for over 30 years with touches of paint, now hugs the wooden vessel. Beauty lies in the lingering smell of his tobacco so reminiscent of my childhood days. The pipe, ode to Magritte's 'Ceci n'est pas une pipe'. So perhaps, this is not a table. For me it's simply his body as though laid to rest. His shoes are suspended where his feet would lie and the empty chair at the head of the table. Unset. The pipe lingers at head height as though I'm prolonging his departure.

Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming to dinner?' 2018

Featured in new group show, ‘Relational Dreams - The Disjunction of Aesthetic forms and their opposites’ from April 22nd - May 1st 2022.

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? is a part of a body of work about the death of my father. The piece came about after clearing his art studio over several days discovering gems, junk and artefacts. Here lie one of his studio tables splattered with acrylic paint and his well-used swivel chair. I love the encrusted layering of paint sitting on the surface and his shoes suspended as there's nowhere left to walk. His smoking pipe unused for over 30 years with touches of paint, now hugs the wooden vessel. Beauty lies in the lingering smell of his tobacco so reminiscent of my childhood days. The pipe, ode to Magritte's 'Ceci n'est pas une pipe'. So perhaps, this is not a table. For me it's simply his body as though laid to rest. His shoes are suspended where his feet would lie and the empty chair at the head of the table. Unset. The pipe lingers at head height as though I'm prolonging his departure.

Detail, 'Does that mean you're not coming for dinner?' 2018

Featured in new group show, ‘Relational Dreams - The Disjunction of Aesthetic forms and their opposites’, from April 22nd - May 1st 2022

Does that mean you're not coming to dinner? is a part of a body of work about the death of my father. The piece came about after clearing his art studio over several days discovering gems, junk and artefacts. Here lie one of his studio tables splattered with acrylic paint and his well-used swivel chair. I love the encrusted layering of paint sitting on the surface and his shoes suspended as there's nowhere left to walk. His smoking pipe unused for over 30 years with touches of paint, now hugs the wooden vessel. Beauty lies in the lingering smell of his tobacco so reminiscent of my childhood days. The pipe, ode to Magritte's 'Ceci n'est pas une pipe'. So perhaps, this is not a table. For me it's simply his body as though laid to rest. His shoes are suspended where his feet would lie and the empty chair at the head of the table. Unset. The pipe lingers at head height as though I'm prolonging his departure.

50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 1, 2019

Oil and acrylic on canvas

50cm x 50cm

50:50 part 1 & part 2, a diptych based on my late father’s last two paintings which he proudly showed to me in his studio before he became ill. His magnificent cadmium yellow wheat fields and cobalt blue sky, with straw stuck on the foreground. Glued on well, he told me, to repel rodent pals who had tried to eat the straw! After his death, I found his reference image lying on his studio floor. Just a cut up matzah (unleavened bread) box, splattered with his paint. He loved Passover, the Jewish festival about the story of the Exodus of the Jewish people lead out of slavery and hardship in Egypt. He enjoyed the symbolism and rituals of religion and was a spiritual person. The message is so relevant today. As his father Alec Zivatovsky, was a Ukrainian refugee, who managed to escape from Kyiv and granted asylum to the UK in the late 1890’s. The colours continue, and so does the search for freedom and peace as we stand with Ukraine.

50:50 Best of Both (Hovis) part 2, 2019

Oil and acrylic on canvas

50cm x 50cm

50:50 part 1 & part 2, a diptych based on my late father’s last two paintings which he proudly showed to me in his studio before he became ill. His magnificent cadmium yellow wheat fields and cobalt blue sky, with straw stuck on the foreground. Glued on well, he told me, to repel rodent pals who had tried to eat the straw! After his death, I found his reference image lying on his studio floor. Just a cut up matzah (unleavened bread) box, splattered with his paint. He loved Passover, the Jewish festival about the story of the Exodus of the Jewish people lead out of slavery and hardship in Egypt. He enjoyed the symbolism and rituals of religion and was a spiritual person. The message is so relevant today. As his father Alec Zivatovsky, was a Ukrainian refugee, who managed to escape from Kyiv and granted asylum to the UK in the late 1890’s. The colours continue, and so does the search for freedom and peace as we stand with Ukraine.

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