Back to my roots. Yeah. Basically a ‘Note to Self’

Of all the styles I’ve dabbled in over the last few years, I always, always come back to this. It’s where I feel most ‘me’ and is a truly happy, free place. Yes, I love architecture and drawing and florals and watercolours and filling sketchbooks and painting en plein air but this right here is where it feels like home. Big. Bold. Brash. I start these pieces with a memory and a feeling and see where it goes.

Much as we like to think we ‘improve’ as artists, and we strive to learn and develop … as we absolutely should, I might add, what comes naturally will always come out and we should embrace that. For a long time, as I delved into different styles, learnt and embraced techniques, I tried to move away from this style. I was actually a little ashamed of its perceived naivety. Also the fact that it came easily, meant I didn’t feel its worth and thought for something to be good, it had to be hard work. Well I am a stupid person and old enough to know better because this mindset is wrong. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. Yes, develop your skills. Try new techniques. Read, look, experiment, take classes, courses, do ALL of it. It will all be nourishing and ultimately useful. But then listen carefully to your own voice and use it in all its unique glory.

Below are older paintings stretching back to 2013.

2013

Post Two. Plunging.

I’ve been dithering around and putting off launching this website for weeks. ‘Launching” is far too grand a word for something so simple but it’s better to have something out there, than nothing at all.

And so we plunge. A blog to muse about art, life and all the bits in between. It’s time to dive in. And while I’m throwing around swimming analogies, our local club pool is open again and I couldn’t be happier. The pool looks something like this ….

acrylic on canvas

Post One. Starting.

Where to start a new blog? How to start a new blog? Well, here and with words is a good start.

The start of a new blog is a bit daunting and I immediately think about the words of Bob Neurwith from the Martin Scorsese documentary about Bob Dylan. He said that whenever someone new came on to the ‘beat’ scene, the cry would go up “but do they have anything to say”? I don’t know if I do or I don’t, but I will try and work stuff out along the way.