AUTHOR Ian Reynolds
“You can create anything once you see it in your mind.”.
Ian Reynolds is a man of many aliases, of which Ian Reynolds is one. He is a man of many words, who seldom speaks. On occasion, he makes beautiful things. He wishes those occasions came round like fiestas, but they don’t.
His work room is perched on a mountain. It looks down on a rich and verdant valley that’s as far away and as deep as the bottom of the sea. It is rippling with almonds, grapes, oranges and lemons. Left and right, it stretches to a distant blur.
It looks like a long way from Blackley. His songs, poems, observations – even the commercial articles that pay the bills – emerge here, too – but through a different prism.
If he were to write it down now, instead of then… Would he interpret The Dreams with the same cold-blooded detachment? The story isn’t over with us yet. It is talking to Keith, every day. Ian Reynolds can, once more, see The Ship and again, he doesn’t know where it’s going. Follow him; he’s right behind you. Same old, same old…
Ian Reynolds. Pleasing himself since 1958.
In 2000 Ian co-wrote a book with best friend Keith Hunter called Scannan. The book tells the story of a man who descends into madness after his business partner hangs himself.
Can you see me?
Can you see the hidden clue in this AmbiguousArt Work?
(This can only be viewed using Red & Blue 3D Glasses)
It’s centred among the cluster of marketing companies based at Ardwick Green, with major scenes on Deansgate, in Chorlton, Old Trafford, Blackley, Salford, Cardiff and Winson Green Birmingham.
Keith says the novel the first of three came to him in a series of sequential dreams.
