mercredi 28 septembre 2016

The constant gardener.

During the course of these Autumn days of painting, things change. Colour is noticeably different now. I start out with no agenda other than to look and set down something. When, from time to time, I decide to go at it in a certain way, the resolve lasts only as long as it takes to approach the unpainted surface. The painting takes over: the hand moves in a certain way and I follow where it leads. It is rather like the way that I garden: I have a plan but the plants have their way so I let them . The garden is a kind of time machine and so is painting although that is not, I imagine, a popular idea now. All of these paintings involve the passage of time whilst observing, thinking, making and being read afterwards. Nothing new in this but for me more interesting than something that might have a sign saying Move along folks, there's nothing to see here.
In a recent interview, David Hockney mentions people not noticing shadows, taking photographs of themselves with shadows that they had not seen. For me the shadow is often a positive space and not an absence of light but rather a vibrant counterpoint to other elements.

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