Jay Cool is a Salopian-born, Suffolk-based conjurer of colour and narrative. Come and see them at work, view their originals and take the opportunity to purchase orginals, prints and postcards.
Author Archives: The Silly-Savvy Salopian
In Commiseration Of
All it takes for evil to flourish is for good people to do nothing. And here we are doing nothing. Doing nothing about. Trump. Doing nothing about. Allowing good people to be pushed, to be chained up, to be dragged away – faces to the ground. Allowing children to starve. Children to be imprisoned. ChildrenContinue reading “In Commiseration Of”
Flight
run when pursued by conclusions grasped by an abundance of wax filling in the voids within stacks of untruths shaped into realisation by sympathetic ears by Jay Cool, 12th April 2025
‘The Woodbridge Buoys’
With buoyant steps, I bounce along the banks of Deben as feeling but an ounce, I bumble into take-off with my chosen buoy, bobbing. Words & image by Jay Cool, January 2025
‘Ballet Dancers’
Shiny satin, glimmers from tarnished boards, a muscle, stretched, bursts from bulging calf, spill- ing into a shadow, as wings, lowered, sweep into mist and retreat. As sun-capped scalps open to new possibilities. By Jay Cool, 30th December 2024 Inspired by Edgar Degas’ artwork, ‘Ballet Dancers’, as featured in ITV’s ‘My National Gallery.’ Image inContinue reading “‘Ballet Dancers’”
Willing Participant
A willing participant, a cat chilling on your bed, brought down to take part in the festivities, to be stroked, watched, comforted and made to watch Vengeance Most Fowl. By Jay Cool, December 2024 Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay
Stare Back
Stare back, she says when I say, They keep staring staring at me looking round the corner being sneaky spying on me Who? she says. Children, strange children, children looking at me while I play. Children who want to play, she says. So, I stare back, I stare back and they run away. Gone, IContinue reading “Stare Back”
The Aftermath
Coffee table full of toiletries, chocolates and yesterday’s wine glasses, mine still half-full – zoned out of the festive mode somewhere around the half-way mark and snored my way through the final stretch to midnight only vaguely aware of the accompanying strums on my son’s electric guitar as he croaked out the last hits ofContinue reading “The Aftermath”
Woman on The Run
Man on the run, running as far as he can, into oblivion, forgetting all about, the woman, not the woman in his life, the woman as in all women, the woman that tries over and over to run from the man in her life. The band that ties her. By Jay Cool, December 2024 InspiredContinue reading “Woman on The Run”
Unleashed
… all I can think about is my shed. And all I can see is …
