Trying some inks on cotton rag paper. It will be on exhibit in a group show I am delighted to be part of. ‘Wicklow Artists’, March 29th at La Touché Place, Greystones, Co.Wicklow
This is a recent painting where I brought some bits I’ve gathered from the forest floors while out walking. I wanted to bring the outside surroundings back to my studio for some recent paintings that I am working on. The gathering of such things like pine needles, bits of twigs, broken up pine cones and dried dead leaves were placed on the surface of the canvas before I painted over it. I used the bits I’ve gathered as a way of sketching out the composition on the canvas which changed the structure in places as the painting progressed.
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From the official opening night of Signal Open 2015 at Signal Arts Centre, Bray, Co. Wicklow. Here with my recent painting titled ‘Memory Loss’. Briefly this piece, like most of my work, is my response to the landscape and how I immerse myself in it. The painting came together somewhere between the violets and raw umbers of a misty Sugarloaf hill and the Powerscourt waterfall hidden deep between the Djouce and Crone woods, Co. Wicklow.
Thank you so much to the panel at Signal Arts Centre for giving me this chance to show my work!
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?