Reviewing the post I made after finishing my degree I’m struck by the fact that I’m still finding it hard to take my own advice to slow down. Life is so short; I have too much to achieve and worry that I will run out of time. So I rush. But I must live in the moment to avoid covering too much ground inadequately. One good painting would be worth a dozen mediocre attempts.
These two pages from my Australian sketchbook record reality. I simply can’t help myself doing this but hopefully, the magic begins when I give myself time to internalise these images and reinterpret them in a more abstract way, letting emotions and the paint take over.
Think I’ll try oils again which may allow a more contemplative approach.