It’s a good week when it’s filled with the smell of turpentine and oil, the smear and jab and drag and scumble of oil paint, - and six new paintings! Something my dear friend Judy Barber mentioned at lunch a few weeks ago, may have something to do with the clarity with which they developed - that in “real painting” [my term, not her’s], we paint the space that is inside us: the way a slathered area of Payne’s Grey, so much like the darkness that rises inside; the way a rag soaked in turps wipes into that revealing submerged glowing yellow and burnt oranges; the way a life is both revealed and hidden in layers.
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"Three Seeds," o/c 12"h. x 9"w.
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"as yet untitled #1," o/c 14"h. x 11"w. |
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"as yet untitled #2," o/c 20"h. x 16"w. |
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"Summer Seeds," o/c 20"h. x 16"w. |
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"as yet untitled #3," o/c 12" x 12" |
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"as yet untitled #4," o/c with pencil. 18"h. x 14"w. |