Painting

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Paintings in Progress


work in progress

10th October 2019

Here is my latest oil painting which has now been underway many months. Starting life as a tryptich it was never likely to progress satisfactorily so it has now morphed into something more manageable. Come back for updates.

What I do


I tend not to descibe my work as art. I paint but even after 50 years or so I still find it very strenuous work. Inspiration seems to happen easily enough but gesticulation is often slow, implementation long winded and overly complex and extensive revisions with frequent re-direction are often required before anything crystallises. I am fussy, self-critical and, in a somewhat contradictory fashion, both perfectionist and self-satisfied at the same time. Surprising therefore that I ever finish a thing but those I have completed, those which appear here, I am quite fond of.

I am not influenced by any particular painter or school other than in an subconscious way but rather by a and eclectic mix of ideas, tastes and influences which have struck me as interesting over the years. I do often use symbolism. This is not in itself uncommon with painters and I do not mean that I follow the school of that name. I employ symbols as a language with which to express myself without revealing myself directly. My life is in my work. Painting is cathartic. In the process of creating I find I am able objectify both the joys and the pains of my life and by so doing survive it.

My personal painting heros are Marc Chagall and Amadeo Modigliani. The former has been an attraction ever since a presentation which I gave to the rest of the Art class (I must have been about 12 or 13 at the time) and the latter because, like all my artistic heros, he exemplifies both the artist's struggle with his own humanity and suffering but that of humanity around him. I find Modigliani's portraits rich in soul and humanity. They are of real persons intensely and revealingly observed and lovable.

Where I do it


My latibule started life as a largish garden shed but was re-purposed when another shed for potting and garden tools was erected farther up the garden. Having acquired a couple of extra windows, a new roof, a 1 metre extension on its long side, work benches on two sides, work table and built in easel it was renamed the Shedio.
It is cramped to say the least but I love it. In summer with the door open and the birds chattering or in winter under a deadening blanket of snow with the heater on, it is all I will ever need.

Me at work in the Shedio
Me at work in the Shedio
Behold the Shedio itself
Me at it
Behold the Shedio itself looking back