ABOUT THE PROCESS
First there is an idea. Then marks, colour, tone, shape, image
Slowly something pushes its way out through the canvasmaking
itself known... but this idea was mine: out of my head and heart.
Who and what is this intruder...?
There we stand, the two of us. Opposing each other with a cool
respect ... The painting and the painter ... Each refusing to make
compromise ... Hours, days, weeks go by. The odd forage, skirmish,
and roll around strugglewe wrestle, we fall back; we stare
at each other taunting, daring, whispering: sometimes insults and
sometimes endearing provoative words. Then one day at last the painter
gives up the fight bending in to the proud marks refusing to leave
the canvas. The painting in turn submits to the taming, a truce
is reached; the fight has turned into a love affair, a compromise.
The painting says something
the painter also has had something
to say, some... it is finished... over to the viewers to make of
it what they will
There are three elements to a painting or rather three personalities
of significance. The painting it self; the painter, and the viewer;
each is of paramount importance. Each has his say in an ongoing
way. Perhaps the painter would like to think of himself (herself)
as being the prime mover of the three, and in the genesis of the
creative process this is probably true: without the painter and
the idea and the inital marks there would be nothing. But in no
time the painting itself has its own identity its own say on how
things will be and what will be said ...
When the dance between these two is perfected and finished the
third element comes in to play with a powerful entrance, with strong
opinions and with a far more enduring influence. What the viewer
sees, what the viewer interprerates, is what will become the paintings
message. And it will have little or no regard for the prime mover!
This is a strange and odd thing and is a fascinating reflection
of the way many things are in life.
Pacing around the room, head empty, heart away in some distant
country, inspiration on holliday; moody and blue, the dreaded atmosphere
of boredem seatling around me
how long will this go on? l
wait. l berate myself for ever thinking that l could paint or be
a painterwhere did that ridiculous idea come from? l must
be a fraudyes, thats what l am: a fraud ... Sigh upon
sigh. Ah me!
Then she arrives, throwing the door open and making such an entrance
inspiration, the drama queen. Inspriration the enigmatic
one, the wilfull, untamable lover ... but, oh, how you love her
when she comes in the whole room lights up! You feel like colour
has come back into your life! She brings such joy ... but how long
will she stay what can you do to keep her with you ? Work as long
and hard as possible and hope you dont offend her too soon.
Shes off like the wind when she doesnt get enough attention.
Then it is all blue, self-doubting and plain old hard work again