THE LANDSCAPE AS A METAPHOR FOR THE SELF.
In general, I loathe writing artist statements, however once completed I feel a soothing sense of accomplishment.
I wonder if the creators of those most wondrous cave paintings were ever asked to produce such a statement?
To me all the words that any artist could need should be there within the canvas that sits upon the wall before you.
I’m over middle aged and under middle classed and quite frankly I’m angry.
I’m cranky about the way we treat our planet and appalled at the way we treat each other. So, I’ll take this opportunity to say these things whilst I’ve got your attention.
But bear in mind I have taken the time to sit in silence and vanish from this place as I sink into the picture as I paint it.
As did the late Leonard French, I too paint for the feeling I get whilst I’m painting.
PAINTING AS A METAPHOR FOR LIFE.
On the one hand, these paintings are about my struggle to exist.
On the other hand, this body of work is about my local environment, the landscape of the Tweed Valley, its surrounds and how I fit into it all.