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.
It's taken an age for me to get myself organised to actually give a **** about how I document my work. You may (or may not) have noticed that I've recently updated the images in the "paintings" section of this website. Previously I've snapped my paintings with an iPhone. Now, iPhone's have very decent built-in cameras on the whole, but they're simply not suited to capturing (with accuracy) flat objects against a wall - you know, like a painting. Above you'll see two images - the first was shot on…
"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…