The paintings.

Just a thought.

What a strange way of passing the time this is. This painting, thing.

If I begin an analysis of what drives me to put brush (or whatever) to paper/canvas etc, all I can come up with is, ‘pictures in my head’. Pictures, I have to say, that demand to be painted.

I have to confess that there was for some time appears no apparent rhyme nor reason. The urge to paint just appeared. Purpose eluded me for an age and my need, my frustration to delve into what was happening to me, grew.

It was only when I realised that I painted to make connections, that I started to er…see the light. It’s simple really. Communication. Conversation. The need to reach out. That is, what I believe art is all about. It’s another language, that is all. Another way of talking to each other.

I also discovered something extra…I found that while painting, there was peace.

In fact, I would advise anyone who is troubled or requires the quietening down of a busy brain, to transfer those thoughts pictorially, to canvas, or even to write them down in whatever form is best for you. Let them go. Share them. Make ‘conversation’.

Anyway, ’nuff said, I hope you enjoy what I do. If you would like any of my work to come live with you…

IFH.

Take a look around.

a painting of grass and a sunset