Annie Faure

Portrait of a Majestic Blue Unicorn with a Golden Horn 20th Century Framed

Mythological Landscape by Annie Faure (French 1940-2021) signed lower corner oil painting on canvas, unframed canvas size: 21 x 25.5 inches condition: overall very good, minor surfac...

Mare and Foal by Geoffrey Mortimer (1895 - 1986) Signed oil on board, framed Framed: 13 x 15 inches Board : 10 x 12 inches Provenance: private collection Condition: very good conditi...

Kelly Fearing (1918 - 2011) Title: "Unicorn with a Golden Wall" Medium: Mixed Media on Paper Dimensions: 18" x 12" (image) Markings: Signed LR Framed

Isabel Rock is a creator of contemporary fairy tales. A graduate of the Royal College of Art in London, her work is an explosion of strange occurrences while a surreal narrative takes the audience on a journey into the imagination. In October 2023 Isabel won the Evelyn Williams Drawing Award at the Trinity Buoy Wharf Drawing Prize. Known as the UK’s most prestigious annual open exhibition for drawing; part of the prize is a solo show at Hastings Contemporary, scheduled for 2024. Whilst Isabel always has a tale to tell for each of her images, you may or may not choose to go on the journey with her or you may indeed have a different story, one of your own that jumps off the page at you and that that you decide to follow. Shipping: Please note this artwork will be shipped in a professional, wide art tube and will be sent rolled. The cost for shipping will therefore be considerably cheaper than that quoted Artwork Details: Isabel Rock, The Dancing Horse of the Day, mixed media on archival paper , 153cm x 122cm, unframed, 2013 The Long Story of the Dancing Horse of the Day In Rock's own words, 'With seven long strides I traversed a might ocean, the salt spray dried my throat and crusted my lips with crystals. With eight huge hops I vaulted a vast desert of sand dunes, hot sand blew in my eyes, blocked my nostrils and burnt my hooves. With nine large leaps I scaled a stone wall that stretched to the skies, the cold grey lumps seemed to penetrate my heart with their silent indifference. I had come to dance before the Queen who had heard rumours of my beauty. I knelt before her in the great long throne room. 'Your majesty,' I said, 'I will dance for you but you must know that this comes with a price. How great the price will be I cannot tell, it will depend on your deepest heart.' 'Dance,' she commanded, 'I care not for such things. There is no price, I am the Queen.' So I tapped my hooves and jiggled my legs, I tossed my mane and I shook my head. I danced and I danced. My body shimmered and shone, radiant in the light of the chandeliers. As I danced a rumble began, it got louder and louder as the walls of the castle crumbled and fell around me. I carried on dancing until nothing was left and the Queen was nowhere to be seen. I assumed she was crushed under the rocks, but I had given her fair warning...