31 August 2021

On the palette, Puccini, loved Pink !

Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 19 August, 2021, oil on canvas board,  25 X 20 cm

Recently, I was speaking with another painter who I vaguely know. She questioned why I would go to work outdoors to paint pictures. She wasn't closed to it, but she was surprised that I still go out day after day to make a picture of the same place at the same time. 

I like her, and I know that she isn't a snob so I tried my best to explain that I don't go out each evening to make a picture as much as I go out to enjoy myself, to take pleasure in the challenge of painting. That I get a picture at the end is great but not necessarily the point. 

I needed to articulate for her that it is a way to open up to the palette wheel of Nature careening around us in constant motion. At the close of day, it comes to boil, a crescendo like the third act of a Puccini opera. And yes, it can  be quite melodramatic, bordering on the kitsch even, but to be there at dusk is to bath in great pleasure. When one takes command of one's own palette of colours, one is free. 

They say that only after years of writing an author might find his/her voice, might discover a narrative style unique and original to himself/herself. It is the same for a painter if they are fortunate to work long enough.

This painter didn't respond for a while, but seemed to ponder my clumsy attempt at talking about how Nature is our teacher when we are working outdoors in front of a motif. And access to this teacher is through using our eyes before anything else comes into play. 

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