Wolfman Tribute

Peter Wolfe (Wolfman) is infamous for writing the song “For Lovers” together with Pete Doherty. During this time Wolfman created an original mixed media, oil.

The hand painted wood collage is elebrating the life of John Lennon on wood panel by Peter Wolfe (Wolfman). The subject matter speaks for itself.

Detailed accents, hand painted by the artist (who clearly recognises Lennon, adding just a little extra to this one of a kind custom piece.

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Artist: Peter Wolfe

Medium: Mixed Media Oil & Photo Collage on Wood Panel, Hand-painted with photos collaged – matte varnish finish.

Age: 1980’s

Framed: Yes – see photos – black/wood

Size: Painting 24″ x 36″

Condition: Good Vintage

Style: Realism – Music Themed

*Artist Background:

Peter Wolfe (Wolfman) recorded “For Lovers” together with Pete Doherty. Wolfe had written the song in the mid 1990’s.

This single was Wolfe’s biggest success as musician, reaching #7 in the UK Singles Chart.

The success of the single, which was nominated for an Ivor Novello Award for songwriting.

Wolfe was also the subject of a film documentary commissioned for The Other Side on Channel Four in the UK. The film was titled, “The Greatest Unknown Rock ‘n’ Roll Star.”

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The Bluebell

Bluebell

By Anne Bronte

A fine and subtle spirit dwells

In every little flower,

Each one its own sweet feeling breathes

With more or less of power.

There is a silent eloquence

In every wild bluebell

That fills my softened heart with bliss

That words could never tell.

Yet I recall not long ago

A bright and sunny day,

‘Twas when I led a toilsome life

So many leagues away;

That day along a sunny road

All carelessly I strayed,

Between two banks where smiling flowers

Their varied hues displayed.

Before me rose a lofty hill,

Behind me lay the sea,

My heart was not so heavy then

As it was wont to be.

Less harassed than at other times

I saw the scene was fair,

And spoke and laughed to those around,

As if I knew no care.

But when I looked upon the bank

My wandering glances fell

Upon a little trembling flower,

A single sweet bluebell.

Whence came that rising in my throat,

That dimness in my eye?

Why did those burning drops distil –

Those bitter feelings rise?

O, that lone flower recalled to me

My happy childhood’s hours

When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts

A prize among the flowers,

Those sunny days of merriment

When heart and soul were free,

And when I dwelt with kindred hearts

That loved and cared for me.

I had not then mid heartless crowds

To spend a thankless life

In seeking after others’ weal

With anxious toil and strife.

‘Sad wanderer, weep those blissful times

That never may return!’

The lovely floweret seemed to say,

And thus it made me mourn.

Sadler Wellington Bluebell Vintage Tea Cup Set. England c1950s. Bone china. A tea cup produced; a highly regarded English china company; Sadler.

Art Carved

What is the condition that distinguishes us from animal, plant and from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.

Every human story is a life written and represented; and from there we exist. There are the experiences where we feel real emotion; just as I know emotion is not a fictional pseudonym.

We seek to dream and dream about the things we seek; of a spiritual reality and a destiny greater than the merely mortal.

What are those things that are more than merely mortal? The author with a prose; the lecturer with an intended set of temporal actions to achieve an objective, the painter with oil and canvas; to that, it is their life, of their work and to its end is their purpose.

Reflecting about what we see and what it

creates within us is what gives us self worth; an appreciation for the things that surround us.

Maybe it allows us to inspired, to be motivated. Could it be that dependence on the sense of this desire of fulfilment is what gives us this sense of value to our life?

Is it this philosophy or is the aesthetics that answers the questions to these principles that gives beauty to these arts; to writing, to critical thinking, to language, thought, the appreciation of an old Dutch painting; and perhaps even to an angel face carved in wood from the 18th Century.

Me and Jim found him in a market together near the Louvre.

I don’t maybe, but I think things like this old Wood face is the aesthetics; in the beautiful philosophy when I look into the face of an art carved angel.

Emotions


When he said, “I just want you to stay.” To do whatever it takes to keep me in you my arms. Stay with me even if times are challenging because I know you love me. I know that this is true. 

Working on a Further Leave to Remain to stay here with you. The application process means hundreds of questions; lots of requirements; meeting every one. Submissions of different documents, photos and proofs; it’s really me; it is a true test of wills where the equation is patience, endurance and emotions. 

Why does the truth require proof. I guess it means there are emotional forces here aligned with the strategy and purpose. I know the universe exist; Do I really need to know how the entire universe works? Can it be simplified into equations? 

I think some people speak as if the universe is something to be solved, but not experienced. Somehow I don’t believe equations take into factor human nature; or how we as humans tend to navigate by emotion and not always by logic or proof.

Logic if too constrained by rules is fundamentally flawed when applied to anything with a heart of its own because the heart is organic; yet a living matter. I am living matter. We are. And organic, with heart; perfect and flawed. 


So, I’ll get to stay 
Excited about what may
So we’ll never be apart
You have my whole heart
You are enough proof 
Love for all you do
Answer to the equation 
Love needs no explanation 
For you; This I am grateful;
Thankful…
For you; 
Emotion.


Addicted to life; to you. 

Emotional, 

And heartfelt moments

Love, 

Unconditionally. 

Living for the Moments


Waltzing into my existence with shoes fit for 

A Welsh guard. 

Intentions of conquering the unknown,

Within the melodies laughing in my heart,

Holding my hand, 

Unlike you did with the others. 

Instead, you found me nestled in your arms;

A proclamation of love; in that bearskin hat. 

It wasn’t too hard to love you properly.

Finding myself shine in the gleam of a smile, 

Where I discovered you in the dark 

In the depths of innocence, 

I was dressed like Paddington Bear

There was no denying you in that uniform, 

Realising running was not an option. 

That is when we knew the truth;

When discovery leaves you trembling 

In that moment;

When this heart shall never belong 

to another; 

And when there are moments,

You just cannot put into words.