Afterwards it was just a matter of clearing up and getting rid of the smell of white spirit. I then cooked some minted lamb chops which changed the kitchen back to its usual purpose. Amazing what can be created in a small space one rainy afternoon…………
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
― Pablo Picasso
For ages I have had a box of slides of old work that I did after I left art college and it was work that I thought I could maybe be a bit more realistic and relevant with. Recently I found a cheap machine that puts the slide images on to the computer. The slides were a bit dirty and dusty and the images a little jaded but it was fun to see the work and remind me of that time. I don’t think any of these works exist any more, maybe a couple do but there is a small story behind each one……
This was an old jeweler who worked at the back of a tiny shop in Gilmore Place. His son worked at the front of the shop and he let me take some pictures of his father when I asked if I could. He seemed to work in quite a dim and cluttered area but I was pleased with the image and I painted it oil on board and got it framed.This was mid 1980’s. I didn’t prime the board and the colours eventually went darker I remember….I think I was too shy to ever show them the painting so it stayed in my house stacked somewhere.
This was an actual commission I got to do a pastel portrait of someone’s five year old son, pastel on sugar paper I think. They seemed to be pleased with it but I should think this child is a grown up now…..
This is a piece I did still at college inspired by a trip to Venice. This was oil on canvas and I remember consciously using a more chunky style of brushwork.
So three very random pieces of work which all they have in common is a personal trip down memory lane……. 🙂
I painted this a couple of years back and liked it at first. Then I looked it it one day and decided it was too whimsical and so I painted over it. I came across this photo and thought ‘mmm maybe not so bad ‘ but it is gone now and this is the only evidence that it ever existed.
The mind plays tricks and now I wish I had not painted over it but I still understand why I did. I have ruthless days were I cull my work and get rid of stuff I am not 100% happy with. I mean you cannot keep everything you do, can you? The only trouble is some work looks good on one day and not so good on another…….
Perhaps I will paint a woollen hat one again sometime 🙂
I painted this a couple of years ago now.
I spent a few days in Falmouth and it was brisk and breezy on the coast. This girl read a book on the beach and the wind blew her hair. I took pictures and painted this later but trying to keep the blusteriness of the scene fresh.( I bet that the word blusteriness is not proper)