It started with a search for something to paint over because I’ve run out of canvas.
I chose these 2 as they are rather boring and not too textured or lumpy
They are each 70 x 50cm on board
I laid down some first layers and decided to turn them sideways
I was thinking about people out on the street during these cold winter nights and started to make some loose marks with solvent and a palette knife. I have some new gold Winsor and Newton oil. Added some of that, mixed with wax, with a roller. The shapes are clumsy and awkward
The song from Paul Simon’s new album, called wristband, the third verse running through my head. The bit about riots and how not having a wristband to get you in the door becomes a metaphor for the excluded and disenfranchised. Thinking about the election of Trump. And Brexit.
Add more colour. Roll over and obliterate most of the scraped marks. Make some new marks with a graphite stick
Thinking too about the desperate situation in Aleppo. And David Wolfe’s moving and horifying before and after photos on Facebook
It’s not about pretty pictures
What is it about? Painting? What do we do it for? Why? How? Is there any point?
Darker and deeper
I don’t know. But I keep painting
(Header image is another stage on the journey, not the finished image – I signed it then changed my mind)