Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 18 February, 2021, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm
This was one of three studies last week, done one after the other. I jumped into them quickly and without hesitation. The sky was full of clouds and a bit complicated to render at dusk. But at the same time, the air was full of salt which gave the sky a mistiness that appealed to me quelling my initial fear of dread.
"First thought, best thought" as the wise guys in the East say.
On other social media this one generated a lot of excitement. I liked that, but somehow I am not convinced of such excitement myself, though I do like it well enough.
When I make pictures which appear more familiar-looking; conforming more to what people are used to seeing out in the natural world. These are usually more appreciated than my expressive-looking pictures which are more experimental, and might be concerned with other considerations.
And yet, this isn't necessarily what I am after as I can really only paint what the present moment dictates to me.
So it isn't up to me how they come out, though that may sound strange for a painter to say. Some times they are like this, on other days, they are like that. And that is the way it should be, at least for me.
As I open up to each painting session, the session also opens up, as does the motif facing me.
But naturally, I bring myself too. Sometimes I am tired, maybe pre-occupied, the mind is elsewhere, maybe I feel bored, or maybe optimistic. No problem.
Gauguin once said that one should paint wildly, and with great abandon. That is a tall order for me.