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Tree
Polaroid photograph with chemical distortion by Daryl Balcombe
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Early morning Polaroid
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Early morning Polaroid
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Painting in progress detail
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Doctor Doctor
Acrylic and beeswax on panel
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By Daryl Balcombe
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‘Adam I’ Oil and wax on panel
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“Merge” Oil on paper
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Oil on paper by Daryl Balcombe
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Detail, oil on paper by Daryl Balcombe
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Don’t put your eggs in one basket.
Oil on paper by Daryl Balcombe
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OISTNB
Watercolour and ink by Daryl Balcombe
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Oil on paper by Daryl Balcombe
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Doodle, oil on paper
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Sketch, watercolour and graphite pencil on Saunders Waterford paper.
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Do you remember who you used to be?
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“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.” Fernando Pessoa
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