I stand on the brink; A scrap of ground where the North East meets the untameable majesty of the North Sea. A spectacle indeed. I absorb the experience. Words dance around my head: Aggressive. Intimidating. Unadulterated. Fierce. Cleansing. Harmonious. Respect. Nurturing. Necessary. Violent. Indiscriminate. Cyclic. Alive. Giving. Affirming. Exhilarating. I make marks; a basic need to create — something. To communicate… this something. This Otherness. I Paint.
"So... What do you paint?" He asked. Arrgggh! This is a dreaded question but it's always asked once the topic of What do you do? is broached. "I'm an Artist." "Oooh, what kind of art?" ...and so on. Not only is it difficult to describe to non-arty people, but it's actually very difficult to describe in words to oneself -- that's why I PAINT as opposed to, say...write?. I thought it might be a good exercise to attempt some sort of description here, though - at least to thrash out…
This painting is part of an ongoing investigation into the structures that make up my local landscape. Creating largely monochrome studies allows me to explore structure rather than form.