Diary of an Exhibition – Chasing Light – Day 2
I am chasing light
Obsessed with clouds
Tormented by the sky
I visited the bridge again today
The tide was out
Driving towards him – a weather front
Torrential rain for the last few miles
But I could see clear sky in the direction of the bridge
I was excited
These are painterly clouds
The stream was bigger today, much bigger
She had a new energy, the rain had filled her
I painted the bridge before I left for the sea, getting to know him
He interested me more than I thought he would
I thought I would be scared of his structure, but I am not
Though I don’t yet know how to describe him
The oil sketch was terrible
My lungs started to hurt even though I was wearing a mask
I think the culprit was a ‘fast drying white oil paint’
I have thrown it away
But I have started
Better to start than to be scared of starting
Scared of making a fool of oneself
Who cares about that – only me – and that is a hindrance
Let it go – be the fool
There were more rainbows over the sea today
I ran towards them
I took many photographs and wondered why I would need to paint
But a photograph is always inadequate
The grandeur is lost
No-one would chose a photograph over a Turner sea, a Constable sky…
The sky and sea of the last two days – the paintings of August Strindberg
Homeward a grey sky with greyer pig clouds – they really did look like pigs, lots of them
Should I just continue painting animals?
i can paint animals!
Why am I wanting to paint the ethereal…the not there?
The sky is incredible today
The sky has wow factor
A giant leopard sky accompanied me home across the moor stretching her orange light body across the horizon, small clouds her spots
A horse appears next to the moon
The sky is mocking me
I should be painting animals
Another doubt thought
Who am I kidding.. wanting to paint like the great masters of paint
An expanding circular rainbow opens around the crescent moon lighting a lonely hill… Samuel Palmer would know how to paint this mystical, yet very British landscape..
I want to paint the night
Paintings in words
I had a strange vision of light and colour at the harbour
Steely graphite grey sea contained by the harbour wall
A richer deeper coloured sea beyond the limitations
I have set myself up to fail
Is it safe to leave the harbour?
The sea is rough
A moored red fishing boat
The horizon turns pink
Singing steel grey and pink – it’s a great look
The harbour sucks in the pink light energy
The rose tinted ease of sunset glows
The enclosure is suddenly circled by a large flight of spiralling white gulls
A painted vortex of light moving
Everything will be alright
Hunger is making me strangely visionary
It changes fast
It all changes too fast
I am questioning mediums…
My love is oils
How can I paint an entire exhibition in oils if my lungs hurt after an hour?
A painting is an object as well as an image
My lungs object to oils!
What kind of object am I making?