ANDREW Stock can certainly ‘do it’. It’s easy – a bit of blue, a strip of white, some grey and a streak of black, and there you have a brilliant, powerful, three-dimensional snowy peak, or an iceberg on a frozen ocean … but, when I try, I just get a drab, flat daub!
The difference between a ‘can’t-do-it-if-I-tried’ wannabe and the exquisite execution of Andrew’s artistic output is immense, with just the same watercolours, gouache, acrylics, oils and little brushes. In The Call of the Running Tide we see immaculate evocations of dramatic landscapes, cliffs and buildings, rivers, estuaries and heaving seas, delicate flowery meadows and butterflies, finished works and preparatory sketches.
This superb selection of his work is largely grouped geographically, from the West Country and Scotland to the…