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Polaroid photograph with chemical distortion by Daryl Balcombe

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Tree
Polaroid photograph with chemical distortion by Daryl Balcombe
Early morning Polaroid
Early morning Polaroid
Painting in progress detail
By Daryl Balcombe
Doctor Doctor
Acrylic and beeswax on panel
By Daryl Balcombe
By Daryl Balcombe
‘Adam I’ Oil and wax on panel
“Merge” Oil on paper
By Daryl Balcombe
Oil on paper by Daryl Balcombe
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.
By Daryl Balcombe
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Do you remember who you used to be?
“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