Frustrated by the effort of trying to paint something, I let the paint and brushes guide my work. Quickly the remembered coastline emerges from my collected unconsciousness to take on a form that echoes. Trying not to be concerned with producing something to be hung about or sung about the, art magic happens. It might not be detailed, or recognisable as anything, but it lies in its own honesty as a little bit of fresh.
One of four paintings sent abroad as part of the annual Cockermouth/Marjevols twinning art exhibition. Be careful not to go too near it. Anything may befall!
My latest short Soundshoot on the theme of “Dreams”.