The above painting was painted after a walk past an old broken down brickwork wall. nature had done its bit and turned the desolation into a thing of beauty. Sometimes the beauty cannot be seen because we are so tied up in the desolation.
This painting was purchased by a couple who had just had a death in their family and said that the painting reminded them of hope and new beginnings. They decorated a room to accommodate the painting I I was great moved by the gesture. I hope it still brings them pleasure.
Tonight I am giving a demonstration to a group of artists. I have decided to be brave and go for a textured abstract painting. I could easily have gone for the easy option of painting something I had done before where I would be certain of the outcome, but I chose to be brave.
yesterday out of the blue somebody totally unknown to me took a real swipe at one of my paintings making some really scathing remarks about it. Like always, I listen to that reaction and all the good comments seem to disappear like snow from a wall on a sunny day.
It was not what i needed at that particular moment, so it is with some fear I face the day, and evening as I prepare my materials and and head out to the appointed hour.
There is a story that I really should go and think upon for a moment.