Welcome to the outsider art of Ian Frederick Harris. 

This is My Art.

I’ve found that in a lot of cases too many words are used to describe what it is an Artist does.

So, I want to get straight to the point.

This is my art and you can take it or leave it. 

That’s how it is.

 You either like it or you don’t.

I get that, and there is nothing that I can do about it.

All I can tell you is, (and this has taken a long time for me to grasp), I have to paint for myself.

I cannot second-guess the market; I cannot tell you what is ‘fashionable’ or what will look good on your wall.

I cannot tell you what you should like.

In the end and for my work to be considered genuine, 

I have to paint what I am inspired by or whatever pops into my head. 

That’s it.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Everything you see here is a record of exploration rather than control.

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If you like what I do and want to purchase a piece, ask questions, anything, then get in touch here… ianfharris@thestratfordian.co.uk  

Any contact is a bonus and I am truly very thankful for your attention, appreciation and support. 

If something I have created has moved you. Then WOW.

That, for me is a moment to be cherished and treasured.

It does not happen very often so…

If a painting of mine does get to hang on your wall (or anywhere else) then that is an honour.

So, thanks in anticipation.

Ian.

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ABSTRACTS

I work mainly in acrylics, oils, and mixed media, layering colour, texture, and gesture until something unexpected starts to surface — a half‑seen figure, a fractured landscape, a mood you can’t quite name.

Rather than offering clear narratives, my work invites you to linger, notice small details, and bring your own experiences to what you see.

Whether it’s my oil painting or acrylic painting, my art is a reflection on what in this world moves me.

Good or Bad.

By that, I mean my work is driven by my reaction to news stories, politics and general goings on in the world. And as it is becoming more difficult to find beauty, anger, I am sad to say is ever-present and is probably there in everything I do.

However,

While I confess to the above, I would also like to think that somewhere in my painting although hidden deep by angry brushstrokes, my work also carries an element of hope.

And by way of thanks for reading this far, here’s something extra…