A carefree summer's day! I wanted to get across the feeling of a sun-baked garden, dry earth and long should-less summer.
LapDogs and Englishmen
28cm (w) x 35.5cm (h). Acrylic paint, Acrylic ink, Pencil.
Inspired by an old black and white photograph, this image has faintly drawn sections that play with the idea of memory and nostalgia. Simple joys but big pleasures!
20cm (w) x 25cm (h). Acrylic. Private Collection.
Have you ever eaten a box of Quality Streets and flattened out the wrappers? Then held one up close to your eye till all you can see is that colour? That! But with a dog on the other side.
35.5cm (w) x 28cm (h). Acrylic.
Low sunlight and long shadows. A group of friends turn to the viewer as one of their own. There are the faintest dog and moon in the background. The dog on my father's request, and the moon in his honour, as these are two motifs he loved hiding in his paintings.
20cm (w) x 25cm (h). Acrylic.
This lady had the face the size of a small stamp in an old black and white photograph, but her expression stopped me in my tracks! Penetrating gaze and a shifting mouth that made her look sometimes disparaging, or on the edge of laughter. I could imagine her firing a biting one-liner! I have done my best to do her justice but I can see myself returning to her portrait again in the future.
28cm (w) x 35.5cm (h). Acrylic paint, Watercolour, Pencil.
Dreamy and quiet, this picture fades in and out of focus, using fine-drawn detail to describe the figure's face and hands.
35.5cm (w) x 28cm (h). Acrylic. Private Collection.
Reading the paper on the back step. Often while painting I like to imagine the auditory landscape to try and feel my way into the image. Here it was the sound of the light curtains shifting as the draught catches.
28cm (w) x 35.5cm (h). Acrylic.
In most of my work I try to think outside the painting. What on earth does that mean? When you look at the painting, your imagination could fill out the surroundings beyond the edges of the frame captured in the composition. Here I wanted to do the opposite: the canvas is a snapshot of a snapshot being taken. This was a fantastic lady I spotted outside the gallery in Bilbao, pooch posing in front of a towering Jeff Koons.
61cm (w) x 45.5cm (h). Acrylic. Private Collection.
On one of my hunts through a trove of old photographs I found two, almost identical, of different women posed in front of the same tree. They must have been out walking together and taken turns taking photographs of each other. I have tried to bring out that friendship. The tree, shadows, and landscape undulates in repetition and imperfect symmetry.
Painting on Plyboard is magnificent on a smaller scale. The surface is perfectly smooth, but porous. It can be sanded or sealed... scrubbed with soap and water if I have completely gone wrong: or even for effect! I love this surface. It allows me to draw with pencil or pen and ink with the same clarity as paper. It also reacts beautifully to washes of watery colour: soaking in pigment in unpredictable and organic ways. And if I want to lay down some quick emotive strokes, the marks are kept clearly. It's wonderful. Honestly. Try it. You're missing out this very minute for not going to town on a piece of Ply.
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