Having a break from painting is, for me, necessary and I would say …. usually, it’s good.
I can’t just splash around hoping inspiration will strike. That I’ll get lucky.
That I will paint my masterpiece! What hilarious nonsense.
I’m the kind of person – who, for whatever reason, is compelled to act creatively : usually in a small, private, discreet manner. It’s not even about other people seeing what I’ve made.
Or done.
Or not done. Why does that line stop there? Why does this colour fade away here?
Because it does. I was compelled to stop at that exact point – on the page or canvas. At that precise moment in time.
I look back at what I’ve produced and I often think; it’s not logical, it’s ambiguous, it’s unsettling perhaps.
I’ll allow myself to be unsettled for a spell – while I live with it.
While it works on me…
And then I see the oily green blues that won’t back down. You can see several shades in the sea sometimes. Saying: look at us – we’re so much deeper than the other hues.
We’re here to stay. Unless we decide to swim away…