Morning fog, 8 am.
I’ve started to come to the conclusion that my degree show isn’t going to do itself, and although I haven’t been happy with my paintings at the moment, I need to do I to myself: it’s the end of my three Years here and I want to make it count.
Painting for me.
scrubbed back some boards I don’t lik and drawn out some ideas to paint.
It’s got to start somewhere and no time like now.
from everything I have learned through painting, I know what I like and what I don’t by now, and I feel that by best comes out when I enjoy what I’m painting. There’s plenty of time for me still to develop and st the moment I care most about trying to capture the essence of a place and letting the colours live. Getting movement and real life in to the painting. I love that when I look at my work it brings the memory back of painting it, and the place. Some hint that always amazes us me.