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The alchemy of art

Where does an artwork (or indeed anything) belong; with those to whom it is deeply personal, to those who most prize it, to those who are strong or rich enough to claim it or is there more organic flux to its journey. Perhaps its own higher purpose means it will change hands several times as a catalyst to healing, transformation and deeper understanding, always moving on when it is ready until it becomes its own story, infused with a life all of its own…

Shining a new light on Eden

“New Light on Eden” has been with me all summer, mostly painted in the dappled sunlight beneath the (maple, not apple) tree of my summer garden, relishing the opportunity to do that in equal proportion to how I almost dread the long-cold-dark winter days ahead. So, what did this summer painting have to tell me about the changing seasons and my relationship with them?

Living in my studio

It can be so funny when you realise that you’ve been chasing after ideas of what you aspire to like a dog after a clockwork hare…and what you really wanted was right under your nose all the time, you just weren’t seeing it clearly or, to quote my father, “you can’t see for looking”…

Where I am now

Being an artist is like being born many many times over…which helps explain the profound excitement, combined with anxiety, that I experience whenever I look into a blank new canvas, pausing to breathe in whatever potential I feel is asking to be realised here. “Do I even know how to do this?” I still find myself wondering for just a split moment, before diving in…

Reflection upon life

When I brought the canvas back out into the light and started to play with it again, it was under the influence of a far less rigid stance (newly arisen out of many month’s personal evolution) allowing that each “side” could now cross over onto the other side and mix with it…in fact the composition depended on this merger in order to go any further forwards…

Pure Potential, painting of lilies by Helen White

Realising pure potential

The plunging depths of those seemingly bottomless portals at the core of these blooms, combined with the pristine white layers that unfold from them, remind me of the endlessly flowering source of pure potential that lies at the core of every living being, unfolding and unfolding without beginning or end…aways delivering more to us as long as we are prepared to take hold of that potential and run with it towards, well, whatever we choose since our choices are infinite…

Painting other dimensions

Its been two years since I tripped upon the work of Swedish artist Hilma af Klint (1862-1944, Stockholm) but, when I did, I remember feeling startled because her before-its-time abstraction leapt out and spoke to me to me in a way no abstract paintings ever had before; I was transfixed…