Fy hoff lliw ydy porffor. Well, it is for today at least.

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Untitled (Porffor)

2016

This new painting is all about that delicious gap; the white paper. Tension. Mmm.

Untitled. Ideally.

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Untitled (…or Buddleia?)

2016

(I have an issue with naming my work that I have not yet figured out….. I do not want labels and superfluous words getting in the way of the image. I need to come up with a plan.)

 

 

Work in Progress – My Easel

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A fairly bad photograph of how my easel looks at this very moment in time….

I went back to some old (lacklustre) paintings that needed a little cheering up, things that had never quite felt finished… Some have been greatly improved, I fancy! Some – there is, quite simply, no hope. Into the bin with you.

Always satisfying to be able to rescue something, to bring a painting back to life. Proper pictures of resurrected paintings later this week (she says).

Don’t hold me to that.

 

 

Red Ink Repetition

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Red Lines

A forgotten page from a notebook (2016)

I think something must have been on my mind that day.

Anxious.

A Bride To Be – Work in Progress

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WIP Bridal Portrait

Current work in progress… I’ve just stopped. Cautious of over-working, will return to it tomorrow. Very happy so far!

I am surrounded by wedding magazines at the moment (guess what’s happening next summer?!) and they are a very peculiar thing. Weddings are peculiar things.

This evening’s painting has been brought to you by whiskey, Marlene Dumas lust, anonymous brides and Avenged Sevenfold.

 

 

A Dark Painting

Cadmium XI

Cadmium XI, 2016

Acrylic, A3

Mist. Oppressive haze. Something a little bit sinister.

With an arbitrary title. I need a new system.

 

When to stop painting…

DSCF9492Two studies – acrylic paint, 2016

I started this pair of paintings side by side, with the intention of mirroring, a sort of butterfly effect. I ended up spending much more time on the left-hand painting… to its detriment.

I much prefer the more minimalist left hand painting, which took only a few minutes, simple brush strokes, beautiful colours – the paint moved across the paper, bled, arranged itself serendipitously and left a lovely splodge.

How can a couple of minutes work look so much better than half an hour of laboured painting?! And will everyone else see the same as me?

That has always been The Big Question – when to stop painting? When have you over-worked an ruined a once delicate, understated, confident piece of work? How on earth do you know when to stop? I guess it all comes down to intuition. And experience. Practice (and plenty of frustrating mistakes, screwed up sketchbook pages. There’s no going back.)

Stop before you think you need to stop.

 

Little Paintings – Work in Progress

WIP April 2016

I’ve been having a think about making a series of paintings, on a smaller scale, with a limited palette of blue and red, working quickly and loosely. I rather like the outcome, and the process suits me perfectly. Sections of colour; paint that looks like paint, muted, bleeding puddles with lots of blank space. Pondering how beautiful a lot of little paintings could look on a white gallery wall… a small nail in each piece of paper, perhaps? More work of this ilk to follow…

 

 

Cadmium IV

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Cadmium IV, 2015

acrylic paint

I have been restricting myself to a limited palette of ochre, cadmium red and phthalo blue, figuring out where I can go with these colours. This is a brighter, optimistic painting – I think it must have been made on a sunshine-filled day!