Didn’t think I was going to like this,,, but I do!.. When doing the abstract part of the work I distinctly remember thinking, “This is a huge mess, and how the bleep am I going to fix it?” The little voice in my head answered in its usual nonchalant fashion, “Ah well, stick the guy in and see what happens.” And I did.
Then came the question of what colour to paint him. He was going to be warm skin tones but somehow the chosen colour didn’t look right. Nonplussed, every fibre of my being said this was going to be a disaster until Facebook came to the rescue. My tutor Stephen Buntrock posted an amazing photo of a guy modelled in silver. My next question was, how to paint silver? Google came to the rescue, Ultramarine Blue, Burnt Sienna, lots of white and a touch of crimson just to give it a bit of a glow. I thought it was going to be the colour which was going to give me grief. Got that wrong. The colour was easy. It was getting the muscles and toning right, and then I was sick for a month. The level of frustration from enforced rest only served to reaffirm my determination to finish the last two paintings of the current series before beginning on the next.
The second painting sat on its easel mocking me from the corner of the studio as I lounged in a state of illness on the sofa. It is one project I wish I had never started. Taking advantage of short bursts of energy, I grabbed the chalk and started drawing. Vines wrapped around the man their tendrils extending to cradle the baby gave a new dimension to a half formed idea. I couldn’t wait to take it to my tutor to get his feed back and was encouraged to know I was on the right path… yayyyyy….
What this space,,