Patric Güntert is a contemporary British painter and draughtsman working primarily in still life.

His paintings focus on ordinary objects, domestic interiors, people and places, exploring the visual richness of everyday life through close observation and slow looking.

Güntert combines an interest in classical composition with a deliberately limited palette, working in oil and acrylic and often returning to the same subject to explore the different qualities of each medium.

His work is concerned less with spectacle than with attention: the chipped jug, the piece of fruit, the plant that has been left to grow, the familiar room or landscape that might otherwise pass unnoticed.

Born into 1950s Britain, Güntert studied at West Sussex College of Art and Design in the early 1970s. He now divides his time between Yorkshire and London.

Alongside painting, he continues to make drawings in ink, graphite and colour.

MORE ABOUT PATRIC

A baby boomer, born into the end of empire (via the Mayday Hospital Croydon), bomb damaged, smog filled, coal dust scented, grey world of a 1950’s Britain, caught between grief, rationing and yearning for something better, my love of creativity has been with me since I could hold a crayon, in fact my first memory involves just that, one sunny day long ago.

Fast forward to the post Beatles early 70’s and my childhood-teenage dream of going to Art School, as they were then known, came true when West Sussex College of Art and Design introduced me to the perfume of Worthing seafront, Gauloises and damp greatcoats, charity shop couture, Tolkien, Mervyn Peake and the Tibetan Book of the Dead, with a David Bowie soundtrack and of course recreational relaxants of the time, not forgetting working on Art sometimes.

Since then superficially the world has changed beyond comprehension, not least the relentlessly impatient digital monster and our truly overwhelming exposure to images and screens, but, and it’s big but, eternal truths of beauty, truth and human experience are as they always were.

And so it is with me, grey hair and weakened muscles have not diminished my desire to create, play, fail and sometimes enjoy my Art, in fact my mind has more ideas than room to hold them, hence notes to myself everywhere.

When not obsessing about work I can often be found mooching in galleries, hiding in cinemas or getting lost in lazy contemplation of how great nature is at consistently creating breathtaking beauty.

My time such as is left to me is currently divided between Yorkshire and London.

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