End of the last ever shift. by Bob Hill
Oil on canvas, approx 1 metre long. We were the fire beneath your feet, The hands that made your cities beat. Not saints nor ghosts, but flesh and bone, Now walking out but not alone.
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Bob Hill
I paint anything urban, rural, industrial or coastal that interests me - mostly in watercolour at the moment. Before moving to painting, my main experience of visual art was via photography, so I tend to view things with a photographic bias! I'm not selling anything, I just paint for fun and the…
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