We are all prophets
Of our own existence
Are we not?
And come what may,
Tis always
Such noble ambition
To leave telling traces
Of ourselves
Wherever we can.
Thus do all our lives
Become
An enduring tapestry
Of pointed moments,
Albeit seeded with loss,
The ache of which will pass
Whilst such sweet emotion
Remains.
See how potently
That narrative runs on!
And to guide us on our way,
Amidst the endless sway
Of needs and desire,
Delicate patterns made,
Filigrees of real meaning.
The absolute truth
Of raw emotions
Etched on our heart,
Left behind,
Radiant,
As pathways to tomorrow.
Oh, that mankind would love and finally understand each other…
This book is a true masterpiece.
Scott pours over every letter and syllable, breathing in their meaning conveying the essence of time itself.
What strikes me about his work, is that if humanity lived in tune with their souls as this, we would have an end to war, hunger poverty and distress. Mankind would love and finally understand each other.
The contents of this book are timeless and here is a significant wordsmith of the 21st century.
I liken his spirit whispering to the sweet essence of Toni Morrison and the pieces are steeped in culture, both ancient and modern.
Life stood still for a while whilst I read this. Threads brings together the essence of our souls and at last gives meaning. I cannot recommend this enough.
Yesterday, we reached the milestone of one million visits to scotthastie.com and are now having a little cyber party to celebrate…
So thanks to everyone all round the world for your support and heartfelt responses to my work.
Believe me, this is much appreciated and highly valued too… You really do power me on to try and reach higher in what I do, which altogether makes me feel very blessed.
With Love & Light from Scottie xxx
To live a little
You have to die a little,
So says the angel’s
Enigmatic smile.
Never was the need
For any anvil of angst
Upon which
To crack open
The coded chronicles
Of such a pointed
Lifetime dilemma.
Till then, limited
By such dominant
Conviction
That fears the end so.
And such
Are all our hopes,
Freer to flower
Brighter still
When no longer clad thus.
Every true passion
Shared since
Speaking so clearly to this,
The resolute onward journey
Of our soul.
Stunningly original and distinctive silkscreen prints, each one carefully crafted and hand printed by the artist himself, using his own range of boldly experimental and innovative techniques. Available as printed or alternatively presented in bespoke hand made frames and mounts, using museum standard glass.
No expense spared and produced to last a lifetime – making each signed and strictly limited edition Follow-D print guaranteed to be a rare collectors item and very sound investment too!
Duncan Hastie’s featured collection to be launched exclusively at this year’s Woolwich Contemporary Print Fair, held in the extraordinary setting of the Royal Arsenal (17–19 November) The one and only annual exhibition in London to deal solely with contemporary printmaking.
Pricing List:
PTILORIS VICTORIAE
6 colour screen print with 2 tone paint on 225gsm recycled card.
Signed edition of only 5.
£200 Unframed.
£310 in Bespoke hand-made frame, using 70% UV blocking anti-reflective glass.
ORCHID
4 colour screen print with spray paint on 300gsm recycled card.
Signed edition of 15.
£140 Unframed.
£250 in Bespoke hand-made frame, using 70% UV blocking anti-reflective glass.
OCOULUS
5 colour radial screen print on 300gsm recycled card.
£160 Unframed.
Signed edition of 15.
£270 in Bespoke hand-made frame, using 70% UV blocking anti-reflective glass.
NAMASTE // DUSK
4 colour screen on 300gsm recycled card.
Signed edition of 10.
£80 Unframed.
£155 in Bespoke hand-made frame, using 70% UV blocking anti-reflective glass.
NAMASTE // DAWN
4 colour screen print on 300gsm recycled card.
Signed edition of 10.
£80 Unframed
£155 in Bespoke hand-made frame, using 70% UV blocking anti-reflective glass.
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A sheen, a glow,
A charisma of sorts.
All we’ve come to know,
To touch the essence of,
Leaving behind a memory,
A presence of its own.
Energies
That eventually settle,
Coming to rest somehow
In the very fabric
Of who we are.
I see this so clearly
In the eyes of others.
Every moment
That has gone before
Bringing us here,
My friend.
And yet with so much
Still left to absorb.
Joy and pain
Spread so evenly
Along time’s heavy arch.
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