I woke up this morning with a vivid image in my head of what could be my next large painting. I went for a walk in the landscape to look again at what was on my mind and in my thoughts, for this next piece. I don’t always have a mental image of what my paintings will look like and it isn’t to say this next one will be anything like what it sets out to be either. But for now I will head in that direction and see how I interpret it onto the canvas. I think most artists can relate to this.
I think I’ve finished this piece. Unfolding Autumn came to mind as I walked in the woods a few weeks ago. It was between summer and autumn painting this.
Sometimes finishing a painting is a lot like saying good-bye to a part of myself.. (we were having such an interesting conversation. Come back again soon?…) There is a fear about that..
Today’s light was very surreal. Spots of sunlight illuminated small areas across the open landscape, where ever it could seep through the fog and clouds. Something to fuel my current paintings
This piece took a long time to come together. It started out so differently and to a point where I ended up with such dissatisfaction, that I painted over it and flipped the canvas upright into ‘portrait format’. It didn’t go anywhere for a long time, months actually and then I realised I needed some more time.. ! In my wierd way of explaining many things, it was like I need something to lift me from my ground of too much thinking.. It was a struggle to make it work. So I just left it and went on to paint other pieces such as Foot Bridge, Here One Day, Haze and others I have started there after.. I ran out of canvas so I had to wait to get some money together for new canvas.. I was forced then to go back to the, ‘it’s not speaking to me or even listening to me!’, painting. I know many other artists, painters, sculptors, writers and musicians can relate to me here.. So I just left it and spent more time back out in the open landscape and surround myself in the hills and mountains and a fear that reflected inner depths. I went back to this piece and worked on it for weeks and finally out of nowhere it just started making sense..of me or perhaps, I of it. Who knows?