where are we from and where are we going
just colour, pigment, wax on wood, like us just matter
how do they develop, where do they come from
and me
where to now?
the life and direction of my paintings is fascinating me just now, there’s a ‘zone’ sometimes when I’m making them when I’m not sure whether any decisions are being made, or if they have a life or destination of their own
No one is painting the painting; the painting is painting the painting. Ha! – that must feel wonderful. With gratitude and respect – HB.
Thank you very much