Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses—past the headlands—
Into deep Eternity—

Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

By Emily Dickinson

Who among us has not looked to the sky and thought of flying like a bird, gliding through space unshackled from our earthbound state? Despite the fact that it is held as tightly within the cycle of survival as any creature, the bird’s capacity to soar at will has made it an eternal subject of human fascination; a motif of beauty and freedom that painters, composers and poets across the ages have been drawn to.

Two decades of experience in life drawing, his skilfulness and sound judgment as a draftsman and painter have equipped Kentmann to weave a beautiful illusion, catching birds mid-swoop as they approach or wheeling away with undersides exposed. The artist has looked for that angle, that moment, in which the bird’s action becomes a painterly form, giving him full scope to compose with shape and expressive colour.

Excerpt from essay by Joe Frost