A week walking in the Yorkshire Dales and then a visit to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park with its new Sean Scully exhibition has left my senses thrilled and my thoughts questioning the ability of art to communicate even the vaguest inkling of past experience.
In the introduction to Kathleen Raine’s selected poems she says, nature poetry is not what we write about nature, but rather the language of images in which nature daily speaks to us of the timeless, age-old mystery in which … Read More
There is this interplay between the idea and what happens with the paint. If the paint dominates, there is mess. If the idea dominates there is dryness. Somehow there needs to be a way to stand back from both of … Read More
If I can find a unifying theme for these last months’ travels it is stone. Red stone outcrops carved to make rock houses on Kinver Edge and cut through by the canal which I followed. Cotswold stones from cool blue … Read More
I’ve just delivered a painting to a client who wanted to bring the essence of a landscape that she’d known since childhood into her home. The bay between Tresaith and the Ynys Lochtyn peninsula is like a bowl of water and light, sea and sky almost indistinguishable, held by the outstretched arms of land. It is a place to rest and breathe.
I heard a toddler the other day copying his parents’ talking but making no sense. Blah, blah, b’blah, blah, he said. He couldn’t understand what he heard, but he copied the sounds because he just had to join in. One … Read More
The artist, Matthew Smith (1879-1959) studied under Henri Matisse in Paris. Matisse encouraged him to intensify his vision of the natural world. The result, he said, was not a conventional description of nature, but an attempt to….”create something as living … Read More
I always turn to the writings of artist Sean Sculley when I want inspiration and insight. Here, from his selected writings, is a reminder that with painting you never know how things will go. So get into the studio, pick … Read More
The colour purple does not exist in the real world. Apparently it’s true. A rainbow of light from red to violet floods our surroundings, but there is no such thing as purple light. Purple only exists in our heads. I … Read More
In 1819 Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote, “the mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being.” Is the role of the artist to commit themselves to peering through the mist and to re-present the familiar in a way … Read More