What’s it to be? I said to myself as I stared at the gessoed canvas !  Working with a crimson oil paint stick thought I would  just see what happened.  Nothing really so then soaked a rag in turps and smeared the the red streaks until they left a pinkish stain on the canvas……..    Another go, this time squeezed out long luscious lines of cadmium red and equal parts alizarin crimson,  thoroughly mixed a palette knife and then long sweeping movement the buttery soft paint smeared across the canvas until the empty knife scratched across the surface, first a dancing sprit, elfin like jumping in the air, then more paint and  a three quarter on profile with luscious red mane of hair……. do I stop here, do I put in some black and white to build up the facial features?  NO, just kept going until the whole canvas was covered !  now where to go from here?


something different

took a few assorted objects down into my studio, a treasured teapot form marrakesh, a metal upturned wastebin, an apple, a cup measure and a few odd little boxes, stood them all on my desk, and started painting!

it made a change to concentrate on shapes.  Usually its a kind of inspirational meditation set to some music, soothing music, and then as something stirs within and the outpouring starts, it just flows, the head is not engaged.  I noted with the objects, first I had to choose, which seem to take longer than I thought, then they had to be displayed and then I had to think about composition, a very much mind based way of doing things.    All in all an enjoyble time, but somehow I love just letting all pour out from my soul, its one of the most intense feelings and its so all consuming……………………