The end of the ski season is looming nearer, and I spent the past week cramming in hours on the slopes with predictions of, ‘This is probably the last good day of skiing/boarding left!’ repeated from one day to the next.
I am a tidy person, perhaps this is why an illustration style with black ink lines containing the colour comes more naturally to my hand. But it is also a constricting genre, both practically and professionally. I struggle to call myself a Painter – with a capital P – because of these lines.
Visiting Italian cities is like walking through an open air museum. The only limitation is that with my barely mediocre art history knowledge I was not always sure of the significance of what I was looking at. In hindsight, I think this may have actually worked in my favour.
I like visiting old ruins, particularly the ones where nature has been allowed to creep back in, softening the edges. The park-like settings are soothing and a source of inspiration as I let my mind wander and fill in the blanks.
I have been creating mini paintings and posting them for sale on the landing page almost daily for the month of January. Sometimes there is a thought just screaming to be captured on paper, other days it is more like I am trying to coax a shy snail out from its shell with a flame thrower.