25 September 2020
22 September 2020
Auschwitz, Summer 1994, Châteaunoir, oil on canvas, 150 X 150 cm
17 September 2020
This was an experiment from the other night. I had gone out with an idea in my head (dangerous!), and without looking at the motif in front of me. I was trying to prepare a sky to receive some olive coloured clouds which I had seen the the other night. Alas, they dissipated before twilight had even set in. I was left with a delicious sky, like a sticky date but without the sticky date sauce.
But I like it anyway, and I was lucky to have exercised an unusual intuition to leave it be! So, I packed up early because the sky had died, dried up of any its usual vibrancy.
I was also distracted by an acquaintance, an eccentric fellow who sleeps on the beach each night not far from where I work. He had come by to say hello, and then proceeded to discuss UFO's with a another person who had also stopped by. This gentle soul sees UFO's each night and loves to tell anyone he can just how incredible they are. And each day I hear about how fast they move until they "stop on a dime" to hover over the horizon at leisure, only to zip overhead "glowing". They then return to repeat the same patterns all over again. As the weeks go by the UFO"s seem to get bigger, and go faster. I like this fellow very much so I just smile and feign a vague sort of interest. There are lots of curious souls who inhabit small corners of life around here.
As I move through this contemporary life, I discover that it's often hard to discern the bonafide inmates from the regulars (regulars??). But I also wonder to myself if there really is a doctor in the house?
At the end of the day; is painting this mysterious sky any different than watching for UFO's each night? Imagination is everything, apparently.
16 September 2020
13 September 2020
11 September 2020
09 September 2020
06 September 2020
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 28 August, 2020, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm
Two more studies from last week which again lend themselves to my increasingly apparent interest in a more formal structure for these somewhat sketchy paintings.
I like them both. Upon seeing them together I seem to be asking myself whether or not it is possible to transform something as inherently wild as the sea and sky into an image more fixed, more solid.
Thinking of light as something solid is a curious thing to imagine much less paint with oils, come to think of it. To paint clouds, the sea...? yes, but just light itself?
I seem to have fallen into a form of abstraction which allows for me to think of Light (colour) as a material substance. They almost appear to look like silk scarves draped across the the sky.
I don't know how far I can push this motif which now goes on for over 3 years but as long as new answers come I keep on working there.