I do not consider myself an artist. I am more painter than artist. The landscapes of the Wolds, one of England’s best kept secrets (that which is forever timeless), reveals itself through changing conditions of light, the seasons, weather and “being in the world“. Much of this is particularly dramatic and theatrical. What catches my eye is when strong light hits buildings or scurries and sweeps across fields swiftly changing the colour and tonality of things in the distance which become illuminated as if spotlit on a stage. These sightings whilst walking the Upper and Lower Lymn valley close by to where I live become intentions for possible paintings. This area is essentially Tennyson country and the landscape quintessentially English.
Painting is not easy and is full of uncertainties but through practice and endeavour ideas can be resolved over time when all the elements of making paintings (pictures abstract or representational) come together as a whole, where everything works together, meaning you have arrived at a point when no more changes are necessary to the developing piece. That is the moment of completion not as in “finishing “ with varnishing or framing but this is the realisation of the potentiality of paint by the painter with each painting becoming the natural consequence of the previous one. Each new piece is a reinvention of paint within the practice of painting and no two paintings are ever the same.
I reference and admire the paintings of Andrew Wyeth , Euan Uglow ,Michael Andrews Patrick George and the prints of Norman Ackroyd.
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