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An Analogue Antidote to Dreary Digital Distractions

Behind every brushstroke, one might imagine the faint rustle of silk and the soft sigh of an overworked cravat.

Dala — the dandy, the dreamer, the delightfully anachronistic presence guiding this enterprise — is not so much a man as a manifestation: a whisper of civility in an uncivilised age, an analogue soul painting against the pixel tide.

Working in acrylics, Dala (by way of his human assistant) conjures still lives and domestic dramas where fruit, fabric, and light engage in slow philosophical conversation. Each object is chosen not for what it is, but for what it might mean — a pear brooding on the nature of perfection, a moka pot contemplating its reflection, a tablecloth rehearsing its folds for the stage.

In the studio, the process remains stubbornly traditional: wood panels, handmade frames, pigments layered with patience and persuasion. Yet every finished work carries a trace of irony, a wink from Dala himself — a reminder that beauty need not apologise for existing.

The Hand of Dala is therefore both a studio and a persona, an affectionate pantomime for a serious pursuit. Somewhere between sincerity and satire lies this space: where varnish meets vanity, and where every painting, however still, hums quietly with life.
So step closer. The cravat may indeed be stained — but only with paint, espresso, and the ungovernable joy of making.

[’The Hand of Dala’ is an established and exhibiting artist creating from an enclave within a forgotten shire.]