...starting to try to graduate the light and adding texture...
Working with a palette knife...
I’ve just been inspired by someone else’s blog. I’ve had one here and on Wordpress for over a year now but somehow hardly ever post. Who ever reads them? To be honest I’m really not much able to write about what I do.
And while I am writing I’m not painting…
But here was a blog written by another painter which was interesting and visual. So here I am.
Not a lot to say today except that a painting got sold. And while I’m here I may as well give a history of it.
It was March 2012. Olympic Sailing year in Dorset and a warm spring so I heaved the easel and all the paraphernalia outside into the garden under the tamarisk tree.
All winter I had walked along the beach watching the sea changes, fascinated by the far off industrial shapes of the Portland breakwater and Chequered Fort and especially by the way the sea glows at sunset as though it’s a piece of rippling silk satin with the peach pink and orange light warming the distant decaying buildings.
I can’t exactly remember which versions of the painting happened in which order but I remember the extreme pleasure of mapping out and simplifying those shapes I’d been watching for so long.
They are on the left side of this text and show some of the changes the painting went through.
I regret the boats. It was enough really that the breakwater streamed across the canvas in its enigmatic and puzzling way. But then I had to add boats? Why? Was I so cowardly to imagine it was not understandable or readable unless there was some narrative – i.e. the sailing boats?
Well. The boats got added and taken away and added and then left and after 2 years someone has loved it and bought it – has taken my beloved wallflower child and made her a star. You’ll never know how warm and happy that makes me feel.