It’s been an…eventful year. This has meant that some of my activities have sometimes taken a back seat. Principally my painting. I’ve been less than inspired with my usual subject matter, and a few things I’ve gone back to haven’t really worked out. This has all translated to me spending less and less time in my studio, to the point that I was shocked to realise the other day that I hadn’t been there in 6 weeks.
However I have had an idea for a new set of paintings, partly informed by the work I saw in the RA Summer exhibition. So the ideas have been fermenting and it was just a matter of dragging myself back. In the words of Picasso “Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.” which has meant that I’ve been back to my studio twice this weekend.
There have been some very practical considerations, namely that my studio is a tip. I have mentioned a few times on this blog that I run in, throw some paint and turps around then run back out again, but now the space really is a disgrace, so I had to do some tidying up. Believe it or not the picture you can see if after I’d done some cleaning. Yes, I have some way to go.
Having cleared my studio of Burnt Umber, which at one point seemed to be breeding, I now find that I need some, which is all part of life’s rich pageant. It does feel good to be back working, knowing what direction I’m going, and - as soon as I do some more cleaning - a path into my studio