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Finding My Way

24/8/2015

 
Picture"Rita" 12 x 16 watercolour
Although I have painted many portraits from only a photograph or two, I know that it is far better to have met the person and taken the shots myself.  I've talked about this before, mentioning the importance of positioning the light and having the opportunity to select the most characteristic expression.  I didn't mention context, however.

When I was first living on an island and wanted to learn paint in watercolour, I had no teacher and even finding subject matter was tough. Whatever it was had to remain stock still and be small enough to lug back to the cabin, for it rained off and on all the time.  That ruled out everything but flowers, that favourite subject of beginning painters.  I bought a pot of primroses at the market and painted them from every direction but Sunday.  Gradually I worked up the courage to try portraits and poor Jon was commandeered into sitting, not a position he prefers.  Who knew that you didn't have to paint the whole thing at a go?  Stumbling totally by accident into the concept of letting the painting dry and then glazing with transparencies certainly helped but I still longed for a broader scope.

I began to experiment with the suggestions of context:  I placed one multi-talented friend with a wild sky behind her, for she was always testing the limits;  a law society learned that when the sculpture they had commissioned for the annual dinner turned out to be a rat in court robes.  Her equally-talented husband was, among other things, a nature photographer, so I placed him in front of a large sycamore (though as far as I know he remained on excellent terms with trees).  This watercolour is of a friend who is noticeably nurturing at her highly-skilled job as well as being a brilliant gardener.  I took this picture when standing under her pear tree because it seemed to me that she is always reaching out in a caring way.

But there was a limit to the backgrounds I was prepared to tackle in watercolour, that unforgiving medium.  It was hard enough to get the face right;  add to that a complex background, and the odds against completing the painting without screwing up somewhere sky-rocketed.  (Case in point:  our Amazon parrot once flew off my shoulder onto the palette, took a beakful of every colour and then hopped triumphantly onto an almost finished painting.  I had to grab him by the neck and rinse him out under the tap.  Neither of us was feeling affectionate.)

I also longed for much juicier colour.

And then I met Kathy Marlene Bailey.

More than Dragging Trees or Dead Calves

10/8/2015

 
Picture"First Valentine: Anne and Marie" glaze oil 12 x 12
The unreliability of memory has been this week's theme.  I reconnected with a dear old friend by email and we began to reminisce.  Trouble is, we had widely differing memories of important events and I have been starting to wonder about parallel universes.  Certainly, the literature about brain research makes it clear that, while perfect memories may be stored, their accessibility is a different matter.  What did remain true was the remembered emotion:  we liked each other enormously and somehow affected one another's futures.

So what part does art play in this fragmented game?   Picasso saw painting as autobiography: "I'm like a river that rolls on, dragging with it the trees that grow too close to its banks or dead calves one might have thrown into it or any kind of microbes that develop in it." 


"Dead calves"??   A powerful image but it doesn't reflect my relationship with memory.  For me painting is the attempt to record those splendid moments when the love of life overwhelmed all else.  Doomed to failure, I am nonetheless drawn like a moth to those joyous experiences which light up my brain.  The invention of digital photography was essential in this because those of us who embrace reality may need a little help in catching that moment of perfect light.  


This small (12 x 12) painting is of my beloved niece and her dear little Marie.  They were in our living room  shortly before Christmas and a shaft of low December light broke through.  Anne, who is a wonderful mother, glows with love, and the painting which ensued began my "First Valentine" series of mothers and their babies.


Every painting of mine is filled with emotion, the truest part of memory.  Otherwise, why bother?

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