The paintings.
It’s been some 4/5 (ish) years since I started doing this stuff and I still have two important questions.
First of all, why? And secondly, where does it come from?
Admittedly, maybe questions such as these are probably best left unanswered, but I have to say that at this stage of my painting career, and the way it won’t leave me alone, I have begun to wonder about my mental health.
What a strange profession this is. If I begin an analysis of what drives me all I can come up with is ‘pictures in my head’, pictures that almost demand to be painted. There appears no rhyme or reason. Purpose eludes me and the only sense I can make of it is the need to make connections, connections both inward and outward. And there once again questions arise that appear to have no answer and only add to the mystery.
For myself, there is a mostly positive side (but not always). The moments while painting that allow me a kind of peace, make it almost worthwhile, so there I suppose therein lies my reward. And if, on the odd occasion I do actually make an outward connection, (a sale), then even better.
The above moments however are scarce and more often than not, those two original questions, why? And where does it all come from, continue, like two unwelcome lodgers taking up space in my head, rent free.
The good news, however, is…so far, so good. I have not crumpled yet. At the moment I can handle this minor mental turmoil and will probably continue until my head finally explodes.
IFH.
Please take a look around… (willing to barter).
Figures, still life and situations
And something a little different…A collection of Short Stories.
If you have questions or feel the need to get in touch to discuss anything…