Make Me An Offer I Can't Refuse!

"Rooster" 8 x 10 acrylic painting by
Mark Phillips

I had so many plans last week. I was going to spend some time in my studio and finish some work for the upcoming exhibition at the Caribbean Gallery of Art as well as put some finishing touches on some pieces for the Little Gem Show at the Barbados Arts Council Gallery.

I am only about half way there! Oh for the day when I can spend all day, every day in my studio!

I had a conversation with an accountant this week with regards to another of my business ventures and the conversation got around to my Art and the "unscientific" way that I arrived at my pricing.

Now, before I go on let me tell you what I think about accountants and running a small business. 

They shouldn't!

In the early nineties, I incorporated my first business, an alarm company, with a friend of mine from high school. I was the alarm technician, had trained with Ademco in New York and had completed a number of other technical courses across the USA. Tony was a Certified Public Accountant and the Financial Controller at a well recognised financial institution in Barbados. I was good at what I did and he was good with the numbers but it was not long before I realised that being good with numbers is absolutely useless if the only major numbers that you are generating is debt! I was aware that I knew next to nothing about running a business but I had wrongfully assumed that an accountant would!

Fast forward 15 years. I was approached by, you guessed it, an accountant and another entrepreneur to form yet another security company. To make a not so long story short, this company was incorporated in 2010 with what I thought should have been adequate funding, but within 2 years it was bankrupt. Again, despite my better judgement, I left financial decisions to the accountant. In 2012, I salvaged what customers remained, formed a new company, (alone), and for the last 6 years, the business is growing, has no debt and is making a profit.

In my opinion, if a business is not grossing over 7 figures a year it does not need the regular input of an accountant. A decent accounts clerk and reputable software will get the job done.

So you can see the reason that I was sceptical when an accountant sought to give me advice on running a small business.

However, there was some merit to what he said. He pointed out that my prices should reflect the time and the skill that was used in producing the piece. I had explained to him that this piece of Leacock's Variety in Speightown has taken over 60hrs work already and yet it was not completely finished. I also told him that I would sell it for around $900.00.

His argument was that I was charging $15.00 per hour for my work. About the same as an inexperienced tradesman on a construction site. The skills required to transform a flat 2-dimensional canvas into a scene that creates the illusion of solidity and depth to the extent that the viewer feels that they are standing in person across the street looking up the road must be worth more than $15.00 per hour.

I, of course, argued that there is no way that the market in Barbados would be able to support art prices that reflect the true value of an artist's skill. However, as I was saying it I realised that I was not truly believing what I was saying. I charge $80.00 an hour as a security technician and no one complains. As a locksmith, I once charged what equated to over $1000.00 an hour to open a safe with a damaged combination for a business and they thanked me for it. Why should the skill and experience of an artist be so devalued?

So, I am going to carry out a little experiment. The painting of the rooster above is a unique piece of original art. It is painted in acrylic paint on an 8 x 10 stretched canvas. The materials used cost about $20.00 and it took me about 12 hours to complete.

What do you think I should charge for it?

No, I think the better question is...

What would you offer me for it? And why do you think it is worth that amount?

The person, in my opinion, with the most compelling reason for the offered price, will be allowed to purchase the piece at that price. You may make your offer in the comments section below or on my facebook page. 

I really look forward to hearing your opinions.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate the comments and the kind words of encouragement. Until next time when I will share some more of my work and a little about what makes me tick, please leave a comment. And, I will really appreciate if you share this post with your friends. To make sure that you don't miss any future posts, Please enter your email address in the subscribe by email box on the right.


Mark Phillips

Artist
Email:- mark@phillipsbajanart.com
Website:-www.phillipsbajanart.com

The Village Shop

The Village Shop, St. Peter. A 16 x 20 acrylic painting by
Mark Phillips

I was afforded the opportunity to visit this tiny section of Church Street, Speightstown a few weeks ago. I was delivering a prize to the winner of one of my Facebook promotions.

Thank you, Joan!

As soon as I got out of the car, I was struck by the beauty of this scene. I could not put my finger on why this composition seemed so perfect. Maybe it was the mid-morning sunlight on the buildings or the contrasting colours against the sky. I just knew that I wanted to paint this.

One of my weaknesses as a painter is that I find it difficult to compose paintings without detailed reference photos. I do not easily visualize the finished piece unless I had seen it or something very similar, in person. I admire the artist that can compose a painting completely from imagination. Fortunately for me, Barbados is filled with these perfect compositions just waiting for me to discover!

This scene brought back memories of my visits to the village shop as a child in St. Philip. My grandfather would place me in the bar of his very large Raliegh 3-speed bicycle and take me to Mrs Hunte's shop in Marley Vale. Apparently, this was a weekly ritual that was going on for many years. He would give her a list of all the grocery items he needed and she would transfer the items into an exercise book. She would then proceed to weigh the sugar, flour, potatoes, etc. on her old balance scale with the lead weights. Each item would be packed in brown paper bags and Pa Pa would pack them in his large leather bag that fitted perfectly over the front handlebars. Reusable shopping bags and environmentally friendly packaging is nothing new! 

I don't recall seeing any money passed. I assume that there was some kind of running account. Even after Pa Pa retired and we moved to Merricks, about a mile away from where we were living, Pa Pa still made his weekly bicycle trip to Mrs Hunte shop even though there were 2 similar shops closer. 

There was a community spirit that existed in these villages quite unlike what we see today in the heights and terraces on the island. In Momma's shop in Merricks, St. Philip, it was not unusual to hear neighbours leaving messages "by de shop", for other villagers, knowing with full confidence that the message will be passed on. Momma's shop was the hub of the village. It was located on the main road by the bus stops and everyone leaving and returning to the village shouted Momma. Most of the village children played some form of sports until dark on the pasture by Momma's shop. All of us usually made the shop our last stop before going home. This was to purchase an Orchard juice box or a Pine Ju-C to quench our thirst after hours of play. Sometimes 3 or 4 of us would share one drink.  It was not unusual for Momma or her daughter who worked in the shop to tell me, "Stop by your Gran Gran for your tea. Your mother working late tonight". Such was the community spirit. I was indeed raised by a village!

We children knew which shops had the best treats and we were thought nothing of walking long distances to get them. Soda Biscuits, 4 for a cent at Mr Critchlow's shop, 10 cent ice lollies or "suck-a- bubbies" from Mrs Batson down Sealy Hill and my favourite, DG Ole Jamaican Ginger Beer sold only at Ms Clarke shop in East Point. There is nothing like an ice-cold gingerbeer after you walked a mile to get it!

A few of you has commented on the fact that I am not posting as often as I used to. Let me assure you that it is not that I don't want to. I have just been very busy with non-art related work and I was using all of my spare time to actually finish some of the many pieces that I have in varying stages of completion. I have 3 pieces in my Flamboyant Collection that need only a couple of hours work each and the "Long Bay Blue" shown in my last post and this piece are all to be completed this week. This piece will need about 8 to 12 hours work to complete because of the many, many straight lines that require immense concentration. As soon as things settle down I will again start with the promotions and giveaways!

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate the comments and the kind words of encouragement. Until next time when I will share some more of my work and a little about what makes me tick, please leave a comment. And, I will really appreciate if you share this post with your friends. To make sure that you don't miss any future posts, Please enter your email address in the subscribe by email box on the right.


Mark Phillips

Artist
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Website:-www.phillipsbajanart.com

Which piece really says, "This is Barbados".

"Long Bay Blue" A 16 x 20 Acrylic painting by Mark Phillips

I started this painting a few weeks ago but I was distracted by the "Street that never sleeps", and my finishing of "Tweedside Saturday Morning".

I am now going to finish this over the next few days.

Recently, while reviewing my work, I started to wonder, "What scenes are more distinctly representative of Barbados and the Barbados way of life? I don't mean what we try to represent to the tourist. There is sea and sun in many other countries but what makes Barbados unique?

Is it our street scenes? Our Churches and other historic buildings? Or is it indeed our coastline and beaches?

As fate would have it, while I was pondering this, I received an email from a young lady who had some questions about collecting art. She was in her 20s and wanted some advice about deciding what art to invest in. I must admit that initially, she had me stumped. What did I know about art collecting? Fortunately, she peeked my interest enough for me to do some research.

For many people in their twenties, art collecting can seem like a far-off pipe dream, the preserve of the older and wealthy. I understand that the average income for university graduates is Barbados is just under $50,000.

Fortunately, the art market in Barbados isn’t about $450 million Leonardo da Vinci paintings. There are many local artists that produce excellent work and offer them for sale at reasonable prices. I offer layaway options for persons desirous of purchasing my art and I am sure that many local artists would consider similar arrangements. 

The next barrier to starting your art collection is the need to discover your likes and dislikes, and know where to find and buy the art you enjoy. Local Art Galleries are excellent places to see works up close. Young collectors can support artists who are also just starting out themselves. Buying the work of an emerging (or even unknown) artist isn’t about bringing home an expensive trophy for your wall. It is about fostering the career of a young artist you respect and enjoy.  A collection doesn’t need to start with a Fielding Babb. So next time you see a work that you like and it fits your budget, “go for it.” Owning a unique creation from the hand of an artist is something you’ll enjoy for a lifetime.

Barbadians like to say that Barbados is a small place. If you see an artist's work that interests you, contact them directly. Ask to see some more of their work. More often than not you will find a piece that you like that the artist could offer you some financing on.

As I was trying to determine what type of art this young lady liked, I was also gaining some clarity about what my style was. I never thought of myself having a style. I just painted whatever caught my eye in Barbados. Then I remembered when I asked Facebook readers to help me name one of my pieces. Almost half used the words, "peace" or "tranquil" in their suggestions. While this may not be a style, per se, I realised that quiet tranquillity was the underlying theme in most of my paintings! 

I have not decided how I feel about this. This type of painting sells well but does it truly represent Barbados?

I have attached  6 images of my work. Please tell me, in your opinion,  which one would you like to own as the most representative of a painting depicting an authentic Barbadian scene. You can comment on Facebook.

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As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate the comments and the kind words of encouragement. Until next time when I will share some more of my work and a little about what makes me tick, please leave a comment.  And, I will really appreciate if you share this post with your friends. To make sure that you don't miss any future posts, Please enter your email address in the subscribe by email box on the right.


Mark Phillips

Artist
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Website:-www.phillipsbajanart.com

The Street that Never Sleeps.

"The street that never sleeps" A 16 x 20 acrylic painting by
Mark Phillips

The Street that Never Sleeps

It has been 7 days since my last post.

Where has the time gone? 

I have been extremely busy and this painting is partially the reason why. I am preparing some pieces for an exhibition to be held at a local gallery later this year and this will most likely be one of the pieces. The theme of the exhibit is "Barbados", and I wanted to do something other than my usual sea and sun pieces.

In my opinion, you can't get more Barbados than this. I no longer frequent Baxter's Road like I did in the old days but it is still one of my favourite places for authentic Bajan food. I have been buying fish from Ann for over 20 years. Perfectly seasoned, and fried to order in a cast iron skillet over a traditional coalpot. 

Many years ago Dereck, an acquaintance of mine, was visiting from the U.S.A.  I took him done to Baxter's Road on a Friday night for some fish. He was protesting that he did not eat fish because it was bland and tasteless. Only after much coaxing and the promise to buy him all the beer he could drink if he didn't like it, did he consent to try it. We waited as Ann chose 2 lovely dolphin steaks and proceeded to work her magic with the coalpot. In less than 10 minutes, the fish was ready. Lightly dotted with ketchup, more liberally covered with Bajan pepper sauce and served with fried breadfruit and coleslaw. Needless to say, he loved it. He even bought another one to take home so that he could show his wife how fish should taste! Every time he returned to Barbados he always wanted to go and get some of that "Night Fish".

I remember when Baxter's Road was the place to eat no matter what time it was. Many a trip to the After Dark Nightclub in Christ Church ended with a trip to Baxter's Road at about 4 a.m. In the early 1980's, (before there was an Oistins Fish Fry), many a 4 a.m Sunday morning found me in "Colins Restaurant" eating a 1/4 chicken with rice and a portion of macoroni pie, or in "Pink Star" eating a fried chicken leg and chips.

You gentlemen out there will relate to this next story. The year 1990, my girlfriend was pregnant with my first daughter. She decided that she really, really wanted a "One Fifty". This was a small lightly sweetened loaf cut in half and stuffed full of cooked liver. This gem was sold only at Pink Star in Baxter's road for the princely sum of $1.50, hence the name. Now, I grew up hearing that when a pregnant woman is craving anything to eat they must have it or the child will be affected in some way. So, being the good partner and father to be, I drove the 10 miles or so from St. Philip where we were living to Baxter's Road. I got there, made a few circles to find a park just in front of the restaurant so that I could leave her safe in the car. I went inside. The place was packed. It took me about an hour. When I returned to the car, she gave me that look that I had learned to mean, "Mark, don't get mad." I turned to her and asked her, "What?" She gave me her cutest smile and said, "I don't want it anymore".

The powers that be need to take a serious look at returning Baxter Road to its former glory. No one that had experienced a Baxter's Road Mall of the early eighties would ever forget the experience.  It was designed around the street fairs that were popular in many districts at the time and was easily the most popular fete of the Crop Over season. It was held every weekend during Crop Over, with the last one on the night of Kadooment. Stacks of speakers 12 feet high blaring out the latest reggae and calypso songs lined both sides of the road from Tudor Street to the Texaco Station that stood at the stop lights opposite the church in the painting. It took over 3 hours to manoeuvre from beginning to end through the tens of thousands of people the packed into the road.

The last one I remembered was 1983. I had just finished school and was enjoying my last bit of freedom before entering the Barbados Defence Force.  Gabby's "Boots" and Grynner's (Mr. T) would forever be engraved onto my brain. 35 years later I can still sing every word to both songs! This was the only time of the year that the first bus at 6 a.m from the Fairchild Street bus stand, (not bus terminal, that came later) to Bayfield and I assume many other places, were packed to capacity. I am proud to say that I have seen many a sunrise over Baxter's Road.

I wish I could share all the memories of the night in Baxter's Road after Kadooment Day 1983.  I was tempted to tell you the story about how I ditched my girlfriend at the stadium that Kadooment morning in order to spend the day with another girl only to caught by my girlfriend in the arms of the said girl leaning up by Johno's Shop in Baxter's Road that night. However, as both ladies in question probably read this blog, I will not share the details of the resulting altercation. What I will share is one fact that I learnt from that incident that had stood me in good stead over the years...
An angry woman is surprisingly strong! Enough said.

I just realized that I could probably continue this reminiscing for a while. However, I am not sure of the statue of limitations relating to some of the incidents that I can share that occurred on Baxter's Road back in the day.  After over 30 years I will not impugn the integrity of some persons that are considered Barbados's most upstanding citizens today!

"Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days."  Doug Larson

Soon, I will share with you the other pieces that I am working on for the Exhibition. I may even ask you to help me choose the final 3 pieces when I had identified the most likely 6.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate the comments and the kind words of encouragement. Until next time when I will share some more of my work and a little about what makes me tick, please leave a comment.  And, I will really appreciate if you share this post with your friends. To make sure that you don't miss any future posts, Please enter your email address in the subscribe by email box on the right.

Mark Phillips

Artist
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Country Church

"Country Church" An 11 x 14 Original Acrylic Painting by
Mark Phillips

This is where I am with this piece so far. Sorry about the quality of the photo. It was taken with a really cheap cell phone.

This is St. Martin's Anglican Church in the parish of St. Philip. Unfortunately, this church has been in the news lately.

The very day after I started this painting, I heard the news that Police was investigating what they suspected was a case of arson at St Martin’s Church. 

Apparently, someone set fire to the altar, two kneeling stools and a prayer book, leaving them extensively burnt. 

Burnt Prayer Book

St. Martin's Church was built in 1859 and sits on the site of the previous chapel school for the area. The chapel school was actually built in 1837.  The damaged altar, made from mahogany and interlaced with metal, was part of the church from the very beginning. I will not try to rationalize where a person's mind needs to be at to commit an act of sacrilege but this type of incident is happening way too often in a society that once boasted of being a Christian nation. 

Burnt Stool

Anyone that knows me, will attest that I am not a member of any church. Yet I can appreciate the value that churches provide in maintaining an orderly society. When I was still in High School, a church leader, in fact, a former Bishop of Barbados, told me, "Churches were there to control the ignorant". At the time, I was slightly offended by the condescending nature of this man of the cloth but as I have gotten older, I think that I understand what a 16-year-old me could not. As the influence of the Church wanes in Barbados, ignorance is running rampant in this country. 

Burnt Alter

Many years ago, I worked as a building contractor and I subcontracted a lot of carpentry work to an elderly Guyanese gentleman named Mr Carter. Being a more than decent woodworker myself, many times we would end up, just the two of us,  working on some particularly tricky or difficult job that we could not get finished to the perfection that we both sought. We would be 1/4 of an inch off-specification or a 90-degree angle would read 91and we would spend hours trying to correct a flaw that only the two of us would ever know was there. Eventually, Carter would turn to me and say, "Boss, let we done with this. It ain't no Church." That was our signal to call it quits. In his mind, the only structure that needed to be perfect was a Church! Where has that mentality gone? How did we get to a point where we live in a society where churches need alarm systems, burglar bars and security cameras?

To the technocrat, St. Martin's church is not considered a beautiful church. Many architectural "experts" consider the proportions of this church to be way off what is considered normal. Apparently, the roof is too steeply pitched and the bell tower is disproportionate to the structure. Even the windows in the structure seem to lack any uniformity in shape and size while the buttresses appear to be too small to accomplish the job for which they were built. However, despite the many architectural flaws, it is still one of my favourite Churches. I look at this building and it stands out as an important fixture of the landscape that has dominated its surroundings for almost 160 years. In my humble opinion, its imperfections make it special.

Many, many years ago, when I was still at school I think, I did a watercolour painting of this church. I have no idea where it is today. Most likely, my mother or one of my former girlfriends give it to someone as a gift. A few of my early works found homes that way! This is the only church that I have ever painted twice so I am going to wait until I am in the perfect frame of mind to finish it. This may be one of the works that I will keep in my personal collection, to be sold only after my death. We will see.

"I enjoy art, architecture, museums, churches and temples; anything that gives me insight into the history and soul of the place I'm in. I can also be a beach bum - I like to laze in the shade of a palm tree with a good book or float in a warm sea at sundown. " - Cherie Lunghi

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate the comments and the kind words of encouragement. Until next time when I will share some more of my work and a little about what makes me tick, please leave a comment with what you think the title of the painting should be.  And, I will really appreciate if you share this post with your friends. To make sure that you don't miss any future posts, Please enter your email address in the subscribe by email box on the right.

Mark Phillips

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Blackbird

Blackbird. An 8 x 10 acrylic painting
by Mark Phillips

Blackbirds

The latest addition to my "Birds of Barbados" collection.

The Carib Grackle (Quiscalus lugubris), commonly called the Blackbird, is one of the most common birds in Barbados. Usually seen parading with its head held high, this jet black beauty has an air of regal elegance associated with it.

This is what I was trying to capture in this piece. The Blackbird always seems to be in control. He is the boss of all he sees. This is not a bird that gets concerned about human presence, they travel in flocks confidently going about their business.

I did this painting from a photograph and it was completed in about 3 hours. Usually, I work on multiple pieces at the same time, alternating between them. I find that the work always appears fresh to me this way. However, with this piece I worked from start to finish on it in one sitting. I am really happy with how it turned out.

Blackbirds in Barbados have a long, slender curved black beak and yellowish eyes. Its’ long wedge-shaped tail and black plumaged body reflect a rainbow of colours amidst the sun.  

Blackbirds like most birds love crumbs and leftovers but they've also been seen eagerly eating Giant African Snails right here in Barbados. Once the snail is dead and in some instances alive, they can be seen picking at them in an effort to take part in what may very well be considered a delicacy in bird land. Escargot anyone? 

Blackbirds are very aggressive especially when nesting. As children, we learned early not to mess with blackbird nests. They will attack humans and animals alike if they think you’re dangerously close to their territory. And the fact that these birds breed in colonies means that you can find several deep cup-shaped nests in one tree at any given time. There was a stand of casuarina trees just across from my grandmother's house that could prove very challenging to negotiate during the breeding season.

Males are very purposeful when the nesting period comes around. They take flight with their respective partners and even get involved in the nest building process. However, soon after the mating process, they are quick to leave their mates and babies behind to take care of themselves.

In his book, Explore Barbados, Harry S. Pariser asserts that blackbirds were used as fighting birds by attaching needles to their legs.  

"A slender young blackbird built in a thorn-tree:

A spruce little fellow as ever could be;

His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black,

So long was his tail, and so glossy his back,

That good Mrs. B., who sat hatching her eggs,

And only just left them to stretch her poor legs,

And pick for a minute the worm she preferred,

Thought there never was seen such a beautiful bird."

- Dinah Craik

 — The Blackbird and the Rooks; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 71.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate the comments and the kind words of encouragement. Until next time when I will share some more of my work and a little about what makes me tick, please leave a comment.  And, I will really appreciate if you share this post with your friends. To make sure that you don't miss any future posts, Please enter your email address in the subscribe by email box on the right.

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Flamboyant Avenue

In progress, Flamboyant Avenue. an 11 x 14 original
acrylic painting by Mark Phillips

Summer is my favourite time of the year in Barbados.  Between May and September, the Barbados landscape becomes a sea of red as the Flamboyant trees bloom! My job takes me to all eleven parishes and the beauty of the red Flamboyant tree in full bloom always takes my breath away. 

This is my first in a series of paintings that I have entitled the "Barbados in Bloom",  collection. So far it looks like it will be 10 paintings but that number might increase. I have been taking reference photos from St. Lucy to St. Philip and I have some very interesting scenes to work from. I am really looking forward to working on these over the next few months.

The Flamboyant tree is also known as the Royal Poinciana or Flaming Tree and is very popular in Barbados and across the Caribbean. In addition to its breathtaking beauty, the Flamboyant tree provides excellent shade.

In the Indian state of Kerala, royal poinciana is called kaalvarippoo (കാൽവരിപ്പൂവ്) which means the flower of Calvary. There is a popular belief among Saint Thomas Christians of Kerala that when Jesus was crucified, there was a small royal poinciana tree nearby his Cross. It is believed that the blood of Jesus Christ was shed over the flowers of the tree and this is how the flowers of royal poinciana got a sharp red colour.

"He that planteth a tree is a servant of God, he provideth a kindness for many generations, and faces that he hath not seen shall bless him." -   Henry Van Dyke   

A few people asked me when will I be having the next giveaway! I must tell you. It was more work than I thought it would have been and I would have to give it some thought. However, I am considering another option. I will let everyone know as soon as I work it out. In the meanwhile, I would appreciate if you will take time out to complete the following survey. It will help me to help you.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate the comments and the kind words of encouragement. Until next time when I will share some more of my work and a little about what makes me tick, please leave a comment.  And, I will really appreciate if you share this post with your friends. To make sure that you don't miss any future posts, Please enter your email address in the subscribe by email box on the right.

Mark Phillips

Artist
Email:- mark@phillipsbajanart.com
Website:-www.phillipsbajanart.com

The College - Don't let your past dictate your future.

"The College". A 16 x 20 acrylic painting by Mark Phillips

I painted this piece from a photo I took in January this year when visiting the College on other business.

There is a darkness to Codrington College that appears to be part of its very foundation. Built by slaves on lands that were probably acquired by murder. No amount of good intentions could remove the shadow from this place.

I am a product of The Lodge School, which along with Codrington College came about as a direct result of the actions of Christopher Codrington. Sitting in history class at Lodge School with Mr. F.A Hoyos, (later Sir Alexander Hoyos), I  learnt of the benevolence of Mr. Codrington. Only years later as an adult did I learn the full story of the Codrington family’s role in the history of Barbados and the West Indies. I do not blame Mr. Hoyos for his omission. I attended Lodge School in 1974 when it was still a Boarding School and both the student body and the staff were still 40-50% Caucasian. Subjects like slavery barely merited a mention.

Bear with me while I give you a more comprehensive story.

Christopher Codrington was born in Barbados in 1668. His father, Colonel Christopher Codrington, was captain-general of the Leeward Islands. As a young man, Codrington was sent to England to be educated. From 1685 he attended Christ Church, Oxford, as a gentleman commoner. In 1694, having fought with distinction at Huy and Namur, he was made a captain of the 1st regiment of foot guards in 1695. After his father’s death in 1698, King William gave him the succession to his father's office of captain-general and commander-in-chief of the Leeward Islands.

He died on 7 April 1710, and his body was sent to England and buried in All Souls Chapel. By his will dated 1702 he left £10,000, and £6,000 worth of books to the college, a legacy that sufficed to erect, furnish, and endow a magnificent library, in the middle of which stands his statue done by Sir Henry Cheere.

His two plantations in Barbados, now known as the Society and the College, together with part of the island of Barbuda, he left "to the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts for the foundation of a college in Barbados," in which a convenient number of professors and scholars were to be maintained, "all of them to be under the vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience," and "obliged to study and practice physick and chirurgery, as well as divinity, that by the apparent usefulness of the former to all mankind they may both endear themselves to the people, and have the better opportunity of doing good to men's souls, while they are taking care of their bodies."

The strict rules that Christopher left were never followed but Codrington College was built between 1714-42 and still stands today.   The painting shows one of the original buildings. To his credit, Codrington directed that a portion of his charitable bequest be used to educate the enslaved population of Barbados, but this was a gesture effectively blocked by the objections of fellow planters.

The plantations were run by managers on behalf of the SPG, and their operational oversight was nominally supervised by a Board of trustees of the Society headed by the Archbishop of Canterbury and a committee of Church of England, (Anglican), bishops. The plantations were reliant on the regular supply of new slaves from West Africa.  Due to ill-health, smallpox, dysentery and mistreatment, 4 out of every 10 slaves bought by the plantation in 1740 were reported to have died within three years.

Initially, slaves were branded with the word "Society" on their chests with a hot iron. Historian Milton Meltzer explains that the branding practice throughout the sugar plantations was that “Already branded once by the trader, the slaves were branded a second time with their new owner's initials." On branding at Codrington, historical documents state, “For nearly a decade, Codrington officials tried to reduce escapes by branding all slaves on their chests. In the end, though, the chief deterrent was the lash, plus, at times, an iron collar and a straitjacket.”

Woodville Marshall, emeritus professor of history at the University of the West Indies, said the Church's sins over Codrington were those of omission more than commission. "They had professional planters to run the place," he said. "The Church didn't play an active role, because they were more interested in the receipts." After the plantation was left to the SPG, its slaves were branded on the chest with the word "society", to remind everyone that these were slaves of the Lord. In 1740, 30 years after the Church took over, four out of every 10 slaves bought by the plantation died within three years. "Most people in Barbados are not too troubled by these issues," Prof Marshall said. "It was not so much the SPG that the Church should be apologising for as the activities of the individual parsons who kept plantations and slaves for sheer profit."

The elder Codrington deserves a mention here if we are to understand where the Codrington family wealth was derived from.

Colonel Christopher Codrington (c. 1640 – 1698) was an English plantation owner and colonial administrator who made a great fortune in the West Indies. Born about 1640 on Barbados, Codrington was the son of another Christopher Codrington. His father was a royalist who had arrived in Barbados around 1640, married a sister of James Drax, a leading plantation owner, and acquired an estate in the parish of Saint John. He made a small fortune there, most of which he left to his son when he died in 1656.

In 1663, Codrington and other men of Barbados bought the island of Saint Lucia from native chiefs there. While still in his twenties, he was appointed to the council of Barbados, and then as deputy governor, entrusted with the day-to-day administration in the absence of the Governor. In that capacity, he set about building schools and hospitals, suppressing smuggling, and controlling excessive drinking. Codrington was married to a woman named Gertrude.  His elder son, another Christopher, was born in Barbados in 1668, and then a younger son called John, who was an "imbecile."

In 1669, the elder Codrington was accused of murdering Henry Willoughby, a son of the Governor, Lord Willoughby, during a dispute about Codrington's acquisition of a desirable estate on Barbados called Consetts. (the site of the present College). Willoughby died suddenly with a "violent burning of the stomach", a few hours after eating a meal with Codrington, and although no wrongdoing was ever proved, Codrington never entirely recovered his good name on the island.  He began to trade outside the law and to move his investments away from Barbados.

In 1672, while Willoughby was away on a campaign, Codrington received a report of a rich silver mine on the island of Dominica, which was still in the possession of the Island Caribs and summoned the council of Barbados to ask it to agree that he should seize Dominica "before any other nation should possess the same". He then sent men to negotiate the purchase of the island, and a party to take possession. However, the French Governor General, the Marquis de Baas, promptly had the Englishmen removed from the island and protested that they had broken a treaty with the French of 1660. When Willoughby returned to Barbados Codrington was dismissed from his position and was also removed as commanding officer of a militia regiment.

After leaving the council, between 1674 and 1682 Codrington was elected several times to the Assembly of Barbados and was its Speaker in 1674, 1675, and 1678.

Codrington went on to build up the largest land holdings in Antigua and secured a lease of the whole island of Barbuda from the Crown.  He was appointed as captain-general of the English Leeward Islands, and in 1683 moved his base of operations to Antigua, where he was an important plantation-owner and was influential in reforms to make the island more like Barbados. By 1685, he had founded the settlement of Codrington on Barbuda and went on to build a stronghold there. During the Nine Years' War of 1688 to 1697, he led a series of armed conflicts with the French. As a captain general, Codrington found many ways to line his own pockets and was the target of allegations of corruption when he died in 1698, not long after the Peace of Ryswick.

All his ill-gotten gains were inherited by his elder son, our Christopher Codrington.

To rid ourselves of our shadows -- who we are -- we must step into either total light or total darkness. Goodness and evil. Jeremy P. Johnson

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Wood Pigeon.

Wood Pigeon. An 8 x 10 Acrylic painting by
Mark Phillips

This is the latest painting in my “Birds of Barbados” collection.

For all my life, I have referred to this bird as a Wood Pigeon. However, its correct name is Columbidae Patagioenas Squamosa, also known as the Scaly-naped Pigeon or in some countries the Red-necked Pigeon.

The Scaly-naped Pigeon is a large, dark pigeon that is common and widespread throughout the Caribbean except for Jamaica and the Bahamas, where it does not occur.  

It is very good to eat.

No, it does not taste like chicken, it tastes much better!  They feed on fruit and seeds and as children, we caught them with “fly sticks” baited it with sunflower or “yellow hawk” seeds. Some of the boys even used downfall traps made from pieces of old chicken wire and wood but I preferred my fly stick. We have even used our "guttaperks", made of a y-shaped stick cut from a branch of a Whitewood tree and strung with a piece of rubber cut from an old bicycle tire.

We would remove the intestines and organs, remove the feathers, skin and all, and roast them over a fire made with cow dung and casuarina sticks. Good Eats!

Many times, our hunting efforts were frustrated by wood doves, my grandfather's pigeons and other smaller birds being caught in out traps. We usually set these free as they were just not worth the effort to cook. However, whenever wood pigeons were present they would push the other birds away to get at the bait and invariably they were caught. 

There is a lesson there somewhere.

I believe that there are other species of "wood pigeon" in Barbados. I would appreciate if anyone has any information to let me know in the comments below.

I'm like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand Russell and Albert Einstein in that I have a respect for life - in any form. I believe in nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky, in everything I can see or that there is real evidence for. If these things are what you mean by God, then I believe in God. - Frank Sinatra

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The Quietness that the Stillness of Nature Inspires

Harrismith. A 16 x 20 Acrylic painting of Harrismith Beach,
Barbados by Mark Phillips

 "The poor long for riches, the rich long for heaven, but the wise long for a state of tranquillity." –Swami Rama

The peace and quiet that is highlighted in these St. Philip beach scenes is what the word, paradise means to me. 

This is the latest in my collection of St. Philip Beaches. I have already painted Peat Bay, Skeete's Bay and Bottom Bay.

This was painted from a photograph that I took n December 2017. I was standing on the cliff overlooking Bottom Bay trying to get an unusual shot of the beach when I happened to look the other direction and saw this perfect shot of Harrismith.

Harrismith Beach is located between Sam Lord's Castle and Bottom Bay in the parish of St. Philip. The name Harrismith originates from a town in South Africa founded in 1849 and named after British Governor Sir Harry Smith. It is my understanding that the buildings seen on the cliff were once the site of the Harrismith Hotel. As a child, I always knew the ruins as the Harrismith Great House. 

A 16 x 20 Acrylic painting of Bottom Bay, Barbados by
Mark Phillips

Harrismith Beach was never a regular haunt of mine as a child. Most of my time was spent at Peat Bay, Bottom Bay and even Kitridge Bay even further east. Swimming was not recommended at any of these beaches because of the strong currents offshore and our swimming areas were either Skeete's Bay further North or Crane Beach or Foul Bay to the South.

Like Bottom Bay and Peat Bay,  Harrismith Beach is perfect for relaxation and inward reflection. For someone like me who enjoys their own company more than most, growing up in this part of Barbados was paradise. 

It is my opinion that the way to enjoy Barbados

A 16 x 20 Acrylic painting of Peat Bay, Barbados by
Mark Phillips

is to experience the tranquillity of our more serene beaches. Too much emphasis is placed on the overcrowded beaches of the South and West coasts. It is somewhat of a paradox for me. On one hand, I know that these beaches offer the best of Barbados and I would love to see them shared with the world but on the other hand, I would hate to see them become overcrowded and commercialised. 

The original painting of Bottom Bay has been sold, I am pleased to say, to a local collector. I am always glad when my art ends up in Barbadian homes to be enjoyed by generations of Bajans. Too often our best artwork is bought by visitors who take them away from the island and away from the eyes of Barbadians. Personally, I find this rather sad. That is why I would sell me art to residents of Barbados for far less than I could get for them just for the satisfaction of knowing that they will remain at home. 

“If you have time to chatter, Read books.
If you have time to read, Walk into mountain, desert and ocean.
If you have time to walk, Sing songs and dance.
If you have time to dance, Sit quietly, you happy, lucky idiot.”
― Nanao Sakaki 

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