Lock paints viscerally. Using blowtorches and electric sanders as well as the brush, he ages and wears his canvasses down, making them seem all the more natural. At its core, his work conveys the passage of time; colours, movement and characters that are half-recalled, uncertain.
Lock earned his MA in Fine Art and MA in Art History from Edinburgh University in 1997, graduating with honours.
The river glides
Black the hills
Centuries of storms
Silence great silence
Of thin air
In sunlight speaking
Sounds bring me back
Indigo Series III
Indigo Series IV
Calligraph II
Indigo Series II
Indigo Series I
Rain and the air
Dreams that went
With no lines
There is no end
Their blues dissolve
Sinks the sun
Sees the air
Seems so clear
Like light rays
It will continue
From the start
Drag the sea
And the calm
Across the sounds
With every storm
Time has made
Shade at least
Length of days
The shade whispers
To the borders
Falling from me
A sunray without
Scars the Sky
Deep the lake
Leaps and spirals
Heavy shadows fall
Thoughts no longer fly
Feels it's wings
A dream that vanished
The sky lowers
The sea you hear
I fall apart III
I fall apart II
The day smiled
Full of shade
Before the water
Pared the moon
Nor the rain
Tricks of radiance
In slowly autumn
Brightens the sun
The fluent air
Nor yesterday running
Air falls softly
Upon the sand
They are flying
Light is borrowed
The water was slate
All the empty
So black the sky
Scar in the sky
Invisible air drifts