"March on The Rocky" 24 x 48 oil on canvas Still too gob-smacked by Mary Pratt's work to paint at the moment, I've been reading books about her. She attributes her epiphany about what to paint to her grandmother, who had said that good painting was always about the light.
My Grandma Keele never mentioned art; she did try (futilely) to teach me to knit, but that's another story. I do remember as a child being drawn to certain objects or scenes - a gorgeous puddle with tiny coloured pebbles at the bottom, for example, would hold my attention - and my husband has always called me a magpie because I like shiny things. Water, in particular, is glorious when transparent and sunlit. A recurring theme in my work is the clear green-gold glow of a spring river. Snowbanks may still enclose it but the river itself is a harbinger of the transformation to come. Again this year we saw The Rocky's glowing heart and, as always, thrilled to it.
My Grandma Keele never mentioned art; she did try (futilely) to teach me to knit, but that's another story. I do remember as a child being drawn to certain objects or scenes - a gorgeous puddle with tiny coloured pebbles at the bottom, for example, would hold my attention - and my husband has always called me a magpie because I like shiny things. Water, in particular, is glorious when transparent and sunlit. A recurring theme in my work is the clear green-gold glow of a spring river. Snowbanks may still enclose it but the river itself is a harbinger of the transformation to come. Again this year we saw The Rocky's glowing heart and, as always, thrilled to it.
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