[on not painting...] but today is saturday, not quite silent, but none the less grey... and i discovered this in my studio...
[evidence of non-painting - dried paint residue in a water jug]
it's a sign that i have done little painting in the last month (a few hours in all, but i have been drawing)...
[still life of a painter's jug...]
[discarded masking tape stripes on the wall...]here is one of the farmscapes paintings on the easel (a work in progress, delays likely)...
i stretched the ten canvases for the farmscapes back in december 2008 - and they are still not finished...and i have begun to re-work the painting fenn because i wanted to...
[edgescape : fenn]i am not a born-again artist... the artist that thanks [insert name] who blessed them with the gift of creativity, that art is their passion, their life, that they paint all day, every day - and take endless joy in sharing their unique creations with the world...
instead of painting, i have been scrutinising trees, contemplating clouds, watching water... i have been drawing inspiration from far eastern aesthetics on art and life... haiga, ukiyo, shibui to name a few... i have been looking at images of natural hazards and disasters, reading about others' visions of utopia, the philosophy of idleness and the concept of the flaneur, of the environment and the paths made by walking...using the analogy of the shark; to survive you have to keep moving, moving forward, even if slowly at times... and drawing is a means to regain a sense of my own little world, as grey as it may appear today...