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The Wild Lands by Matt Mossop Originally from Devon, Matt started to draw, pen and ink as well as watercolours a little over fifteen years ago. Drawn to a vibrant palette he has painted with oil pastels, mixed media and acrylic for the last ten years. He first exhibited in Tony Sanders Penzance Gallery in 1996 and shared a joint exhibition with Nigel Hallard in 1997. Matt exhibited mainly in Scotland whilst studying in St Andrews with his first 'solo' exhibition in 1998. On the completion of his studies he was commissioned by the university under the sponsorship of the University Hall Art Trust fund. As an archaeologist he has worked in France and later in Ireland for three years before returning back 'home' to Cornwall. With a solo exhibition in Newlyn (2004) and shows at the Lander Gallery (2005) and at Vitreous in Truro (2007) Matt is very much back in the southwest. Please click on the images below for full details and prices - all works are framed and glazed The Lizard's Cottage   A Companion for Mon Back at the Office A View From Toad's   Summer in the Uplands A View From Toad's II Creaggan Mor Turged Sky   Meall non Caorach Boat Cove   Evensong Hidden Ships Beach   Bosigran Cliffs Didi Seascape Beachcombing   Highland Boundaries Shells Rain   Portheras Rain in the West Trungle Roofs   Scrumpy Cliffs Exposure. Baking hot sun, sensuous naked summer bodies, pristine freezing surf pounds the beach and thrashes around round granite, salt spraying sand beneath the cliff. Ambling regretfully up the path the sweet scent of gorse is heavy as the light fades. A night walk lost in the thicket, where the cow, sheep and badger have all turned around, we flailed the briar beneath starry turquoise skies, summer is not forgotten. Crashing waves in swollen seas cannon and boom in the pitch, spitting lightning an broil the deep. Raging winds, pelt stinging rain to send the gortex home to miss the show. A lone figure battles clingfilmed in streaming plastic. His billowing mac flaps furious with whiplash venom and scorns his passage across the wild lands. Matt Mossop November 2007