"Midsummer Lane"
Heat of the mid day through my sandles. Cool shade from thickly leaved trees. Searing bright beach around the corner. A little bit of heaven and I am happy.
A painting doesn’t reveal itself all at once (to the painter or the viewer) but reflects, bit by bit, unfolding recognition. The paint is applied as a feeling, the feeling becomes a thought, and thought takes me to the place and back to the painting.
The greatest joy for me is to put paint on the canvas; that first initial brushstroke, full of excitement and optimism. My second greatest joy is have somebody look at the painting and say “I know that place, I recognise that feeling, I know where you were, in your heart when you painted this. I know where you were and what you were feeling righ