Current times made me re-look at this painting that I painted a small few weeks back. Art and music are more than ever so important right now. I don’t want to mention the, what I think is now the new ‘C’ word. There is too much negativity out there right now and these times are really hard to comprehend for most. I’m an optimist and to push back anxieties and that, art and nature have always been the only way for me. So anyway..
I still don’t know what to think of this painting.. I had this urge to paint something large scale one evening and I had no large canvases left in my studio. I wanted to paint something larger than me, so I stapled a canvas roll I had, to the highest reach of the studio wall. Then I began to paint with some very energetic music on in the background and up very loud. This is what I came up with.
Apologies for poor photo quality, its only done on my phone at this stage of the process.
A new delivery of R&F oil-sticks with new colours arrived that day and I fell in love with the phthalo pale green oil-stick! I loved how it worked with the cadmium orange and yellow oil-sticks. The whole painting is done in oil-sticks and it was a great way to paint freely and non objectively.
I might come back to this painting again at a later time to rework it and solve some of the chaos to pull some elements and aesthetic together. This is what I find myself doing in the beginning of most of my paintings when I start with the charcoal and pencil.
Standing back after an intense session of painting and trying to work out where it’s going I can sometimes see parts of the chaos in my mind. Usually on a day where I finally tackle my fears, the what, why, when, how, but, all shower down in a deafening noise. Then I stop and I can begin to make sense of something.. sometimes.
This work in progress is perhaps another of those..
This came about on the top of Scarr mountain a few days ago. Looking out over the valley and onto the distant hills and forests. I followed the line of trails with my eye like a virtual map in front of me. Trying to work out my surroundings and where I was in relation to what I saw.
Plein air drawing in charcoal on cotton rag paper.
My trails, my ventures, my paths, my presence. It calls to mind a sense of living and where I’ve been in life up until now. Time has no presence, its hard to comprehend sometimes.
Plein air drawing is something I am doing a lot more of lately. It has no comparison to drawing in the studio. I get a sense of place in the studio and I work from memory. The studio forces me in to draw without a subject in the room and work from memory. When I draw out in the open, something else happens. It allows me to connect in the moment and respond there and then when something that catches my eye. In the studio I recall those moments but to bring back an image of my interpretation unlike a captured photographic image, reinforces a strong connection to the landscape and how I see it.