John Wood's Art


‘I was set in motion by a half-tone shift
And in its wake I was set adrift …’
Roddy Frame


Sweaty dives, pub backrooms dark and dingy, amplifiers buzzing, dodgy electrical circuits, cigarette smoke mists caught in spotlights
Bottlenecks and blues
Folk songs plucked on gut strings for a thousand years and more
Wandering minstrels, troubadours and lutes
Ancient vibrations

Traveling across Europe on midnight trains
Cheap hotels, guitar for a companion
Buskers on street corners
Small melodies floating on gentle breezes

Think about it
Put down the guitar, pick up a paintbrush
Paint to music
Paint to rhythm
Get in the zone