Part of a new series, here is the final piece, that tells the story of the sea longing for the sky and the return of the sky to the sea. Something about having the image broken into two separate canvases, felt like the right emotion to convey. The distance being one of a physical nature and an emotional one. The interesting aspect of painting for me is what occurs during the physical making process, many ideas start to coalesce and future paintings emerge, as if the narrative is coming into view during the moment of creating. These paintings will be part of the Life Education Trust gala evening at the Academy of Fine Arts at the end of the month. As a charity event, this is truly one worth participating in, the future health of our kids.
First layer in oils. Trying to get an idea of when to push on painting and when to stop. There seems to be a real art in its self of knowing just the right balance. Some paintings I feel, look beautiful with pencil lines and canvas poking through, a homage to the very process and act of making. While others require a more finessed approach. Once the initial drawing is correct it's a matter of feverish laying down of the palette then the canvas.
Maybe a few more subtle tweaks and then leave it alone for a few days, to look upon with fresh eyes. There is only so much that can be done in one sitting and at 1 metre x 1 metre, only so many hours in the day between children and such to work. At this first stage of the painting I find it really important to get the whole image down, to blend colours and shift the paint. The second layer will best suit any refining or glazing elements.
Oil on Canvas. The Clouds are raining, longing to return to the sea, belonging together in unison. A cyclic love affair worthy of a symphony. Colossal Wellington clouds are the stuff stories and legend are made of.
Second automatism painting. After describing to my daughter, Ella, how clouds fill with water and burst with rain, it became apparent that a cloud is filled with memory. If water is a metaphor for memory then it stands to the imagination (not reason) that a cloud is a sparkling giant puff of a citadel and shrine to our memories.
These past two weeks have been quite productive, the significant reason being a space to create in, what a world of change that has brought to my focus and frenzy to finally make works, years of pent up artist frustration unleashed!
Here are some snaps of the last couple of weeks. I thank in large part for this the enabling and encouraging established artist and mentor, Lynne Sandri.
Also the words of Agnes Martin on the Freedom of Mind. Reading her words has really opened the door. You can read some of her amazing insights here:
A painting in the technique of Automatism, a tool used by surrealists and writers alike, used to tap into the subcoinscious mind. Cy Twombly was a big advocate of it. It is truly a spiritual revelation to work in this paradigm.
The Essence of You, a monochromatic work, soon to be glazed.
First studio painting, 'essence of you', largely created after my Grandfather Timothy Hamilton Pascoe died. How such a strong character, who was fiercely independent and survived The Depression and an Anzac in Papua New Guinea, one of the most brutal theaters for an Australian to fight in, you do our country and family proud. We will miss your dirty war ditties and inappropriate jokes.
To a great man, who will not be forgotten. You left a true legacy for us. We say goodbye for now.
Lest We Forget.
Rest in Peace.
There is something to be said for new environments and spaces effecting creativity. The old building of Bayview, with it's lived in rooms, secrets and stories, a skeleton key to open the slightly jammed door, a window view of a steep hill of pine trees, sparkling moody ever changing water as far as the eye can see. Having a space to create is such a treat. A door has opened to a new adventure and evolution. From an early age art has always been there, in the form of sculpture with my Nana, at the keys of the piano with my Mother, or drawing, pencil in hand. Always longing for the brush, for the oil paint.
Finally the door has been unlocked, I'm not waiting any longer.
The main inspiration for this body of work, revolves around
my fascination with light and water, it’s reflections and
refraction's. Using water as a metaphor for memory,
what it reflects about our own life.
Exploring it’s patterns, depths and light through texture and color.
Energy and memories moving as if in the flow with a musical score.
Using the traditional medium of oil and the contemporary
formed wooden rounds.