09 January 2021

The angry paintbrush and hint of hope that almost got away


Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 28 January 2021, oil on canvas board, 29 X 22 cm

A rather gloomy-looking sky engulfed me last week as I set up for a session. I was not looking forward to it. It has been raining so much these past weeks that I have not been able to find any convenient skies to enjoy working from. Quickly on, this very study was on its way to failure but remarkably just when I was just about to chuck it in and paint over it, smearing and smudging, swearing to, I suddenly found my way in to it with a hint of hope. I had nothing to lose, a fact so easily forgotten or ignored in these dark moments. Also I knew it would put me in a bad mood for the entire drive home. But once there, I would make a cup of tea, sit at the piano, and within no time at all I would again become my usual optimistic self once again. XXXXXXx

In any event, I managed to re-arrange the whole graphic drawing for this small idea and then thought to myself: well, not great, not even good perhaps, but at least I didn’t destroy it leaving it on the beach with a big ball of pain inside. When I had 

It began raining by the time I had finished and packed up getting back to my car to drive home in the rain. It rained for several days afterward and I forgot to remove it from the car which I normally do on the following mornings. Anyway, when I did finally retrieve it days later I was pleasantly surprised with it. I put in a frame and thought,,,, hmm...

And that is a small sketch of the angry paintbrush and a hint of hope that almost got away.

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