Seems like a long time since my Sunday consisted of a banging headache and a trickling sense of dread that only comes with 'hitting the town'. These days, I can be found out the door and in my studio by 10am. Drinking coffee and listening to Radio 6, stocking the kiln and painting joyful things. Oh it's nice to be a grown up. Happy Sunday!
I love it when a scene emerges subconsciously. The painting above is a homage to my happy times in Scotland. My brothers out fishing on the lake, climbers setting out up mountains, off on brisk adventures. The happy face is me, in my element. Loving the bonny lands.
The sunlight today is quite beautiful. You can't not be inspired in this place. Who needs crazy weekends when you've got this. Time to get the fire on!
Really loving working on canvas. I have a real love for texture and mark-making; the pressure and the impact of the paint to the surface and then the fine removal of that. Lay it down, scrub it off. Find new detail. A story told with layers instead of pages.
Decided to spend a couple of afternoons painting in my sketch book. I dunno why but I feel this weird guilty feeling whenever I choose to just spend some time working on my own thing. Like I still have the voice of Mr 9 to 5 in my head, telling me that it's not 'real' work.
Well kids, if you're reading this. Don't do what the man tells you to do. Follow your dreams. For all you know, you only have one life, don't spend it doing something you don't care about. A man in a suit does not decide what real work is. You do.
Keep painting, keep singing, keep dancing. Keep keeping it real.