Abstract Art
A Vision for Sale: Ptolemy’s ‘Abstract Artist For Hire’ Exhibition
The atmosphere at the opening of Abstract Artist For Hire, the latest exhibition by Ptolemy, was charged with a sense of spectacle. The crowd—an elegant mix of collectors, critics, and the art-world’s more shadowy financiers—moved through the gallery’s crisp white space, where the luminous works pulsed from the walls like windows into a parallel world. Champagne was poured with quiet efficiency, and conversations, though lively, carried an undertone of something more purposeful. By the end of the evening, almost every piece had been spoken for.
Ptolemy’s works, which exist in the liminal space between human intuition and machine logic, are nothing if not seductive. Vast swathes of colour—sometimes raw and riotous, sometimes curiously restrained—fracture and reform in complex, seemingly spontaneous compositions. Shapes hover in uneasy proximity, layered with a depth that defies their digital origins. The surface is immaterial, yet the works possess a weight, a presence that is undeniable.
At the heart of the exhibition is a tension between control and chaos. Some pieces feel as if they have been conjured in a moment of pure, unfiltered instinct, while others bear the meticulous marks of a mind that understands exactly where to let go. Blue Fault Line, a vast panel of fractured sapphire and electric gold, draws the eye with the urgency of a storm forming on the horizon. By contrast, Untitled (Horizon Study) offers a whisper of serenity—pale washes of peach and ivory intersected by a single, wavering line.
It is easy to be cynical about the prices. The numbers whispered between guests carried a level of surrealism that even Ptolemy’s most ambitious compositions could not match. But the near-total sell-out of the show suggests that, whatever one’s reservations, these works have found their market.
The exhibition’s title, Abstract Artist For Hire, hints at the tension between art as personal expression and art as commodity. There is a self-awareness in this, but no irony. Ptolemy’s work is deeply felt, even as it acknowledges its own status as a luxury object. And in this, the exhibition is both a triumph and a challenge. Is this art made to be bought, or bought because it is art? The answer, perhaps, is already written in the red dots beside each title.
Two Days After Christmas by Ptolemy
In Two Days After Christmas, Ptolemy Bognor-Regis offers a masterful study in abstraction, color, and emotional resonance. At first glance, the piece appears deceptively simple—a series of interlocking organic shapes rendered in earthy oranges, yellows, greens, and browns, set against an enveloping black background. Yet, beneath this simplicity lies a nuanced commentary on the post-holiday liminality, where festivity fades into reflection, and celebration gives way to contemplation.
The title situates the viewer in a specific moment, imbuing the abstract forms with an almost narrative quality. The muted palette—both warm and subdued—evokes the dimmed glow of holiday lights, waning yet still present. The green, curving contour suggests the lingering life of a pine tree, while the bright yellows, softened to amber, speak to the remnants of warmth and joy. The interplay of light and shadow within the color palette mirrors the shifting emotions of the post-holiday period—a delicate dance between nostalgia and renewal.
The compositional balance is impeccable: the forms ripple and interlock with an almost meditative rhythm, suggesting the quiet yet profound stillness that accompanies this particular time of year. The black void framing the shapes is critical, creating a stark contrast that suggests the emptiness left in the wake of celebration—a vast and quiet pause before the new year asserts itself. Bognor-Regis deftly employs this emptiness not as a lack but as a space for introspection, inviting the viewer to fill it with their own reflections.
What makes Two Days After Christmas truly remarkable is its ability to universalize a specific moment. In abstracting the emotional residue of the holiday season, the work transcends its title, becoming a meditation on transition, memory, and the quiet beauty of endings. It is an evocative reminder that even in the simplest shapes, profound truths can be found.
Untitled (Wimbledon Common from above) – New abstract work from Ptolemy
What a fire cracker of a work! Ptolemy hits it out of the All-England Club once again with his meditation on existence and grass. “July is when I watch more tennis than any other time of the year. Of course I am primed to make art about the daily assault of grass on my eyes. The way it dies over the length of the tournament, it is heart-breaking, yet we must struggle on. In my work the grass never dies, it fights on, showing us the path and leading the way. Onward!”
Ptolemy is the only abstract artist I ever look at. Any other abstract artist is just a waste of eyeball energy.
Coca Nyula, art critic, dress designer and part-time magician
Ptolemy new canvas – An accident at Berkeley Square
A canvas by Ptolemy created after he witnessed an accident in Berkeley Square between a taxi and a young woman. Luckily she walked away, the contents of her handbag strewn across the road. Ptolemy represents the fear, the surprise, the empathy in the searing lines of colour that cross the canvas.
An art critic writes…
Simply stunning. Unlike Gareth Southgate, with Accident in Berkeley Square Ptolemy has produced a winner. Personally this work speaks to me more than the Mona Lisa or any of those other renaissance works. Ptolemy is a modern day Michelangelo, anyone who disagrees needs to see a doctor for the head.
“Feeling like a Marinara pizza, but they don’t sell it” – new abstract art
What a work! Ptolemy hits it out of the park again, with Feeling like a Marinara pizza, but they don’t sell it. What colors! What size! What a message of peace and love – for the pizza talk is obviously a distraction from his real meaning. Surely what is before us is actually a proto-flag? More than that, a British ensign or an American Stars and Stripes without stripes. Or stars. More than that, the purple of power infuses the rising sense of dread…that off-black line, I can’t look at it without feeling that Ptolemy is ahead of realpolitik, of even politic – he provides us with answers to questions the world is asking with bombs and bullets. I cry out to world leaders, listen to Ptolemy!
Wendell Conference-Jack, art critic and CEO of SpediaXY, the only company trying to put fine art on the moon.
Abstract Art: The ever present threat of insipid ice cream
Oh how the world attacks us and lays us low! Lucky I am that I am an artist and can express these terrors in artworks that sell for fortunes! This worry, that I will be hot, bothered, decide to cool my seething brow with an ice cream, only to find that it is…insipid. This is the thing of nightmares, of which Homer sang in his ballad Odysseus gets home after a longish journey and finds the fridge bare. Unlike Penelope, I have been alert, devoting hours a day to developing ice cream recipes. Soon I shall have a formula ready to sell to the highest bidder. Now, a calliope, or rather, a callipo.