Thursday, December 31, 2015

remembering fierceness


On the brink of life 
the path was clear -
dusty feet, the orange sun,
paint,
the sound of the flute 
and cutting chai.

My mind has been wandering. Apart from looking back at the great year that was 2015, I've been thinking about the past 15 years.

It was in 2001 that I decided what I wanted to do with my life. I decided, or rather realised, that I wanted to be an artist. I was a student then, studying Economics. I liked the subject, but painting held my attention without me trying. Something changed that year. I remember the fierceness of that realisation. It gave my life meaning - a form that was truly me. The fierceness has since evolved into a calmer way of life. But it's good to revisit that fierceness to remember why you do what you do.
Happy 2016... May the force be with you!

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Sunday, December 20, 2015

owt snoom

owt snoom
acrylic and chalk on paper, 24x18", 2014

The desert, the hint of dawn
Deep ink blue, dark earth
And diamonds
A great silence.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

where the true self roams free

*

Sometimes you have to shrink in size to really see a painting. To see the vastness of the space and feel the work. When you inhabit the painting, you can roam its high peaks and look out for miles. The horizon is far away. The light shimmers on that edge, while the dark pool draws you into its secrets. A shape is longer just a shape, but a being that stands with certainty.

*sketchbook entry, watersoluble graphite on paper

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

betwixt and between


betwixt and between
charcoal and chalk on paper, 24x18", 2015

The train blurs
The line between
What is real and imagined
What is present and past
All an irresistible mirage.