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Sunrise

There’s something ecstatic about the speed and spontaneity of painting in watercolour. I always wet the paper first so that colours will melt into the paper. This means that the painting can end up as a chaotic mess but experience seems to have given me an instinct for the right moment and the right amount of colour so that my intuition makes the painting, deciding in a fraction of a second, where, when and how to make the next brush stroke and my brush seems to move over the surface of the painting like a skater on thin ice, moving fast, just avoiding disaster by some tiny fraction of a decisive moment. The result is always brilliantly alive and deeply sensuous.

wish fulfillment

There’s something ecstatic about the speed and spontaneity of painting in watercolour. I always wet the paper first so that colours will melt into the paper. This means that the painting can end up as a chaotic mess but experience seems to have given me an instinct for the right moment and the right amount of colour so that my intuition makes the painting, deciding in a fraction of a second, where, when and how to make the next brush stroke and my brush seems to move over the surface of the painting like a skater on thin ice, moving fast, just avoiding disaster by some tiny fraction of a decisive moment. The result is always brilliantly alive and deeply sensuous.

garden of earthly delights

For me, watercolour is something that happens in the moment. It’s like when Alice finally opens the door into Wonderland and a ravishing garden of delights suddenly appears right before my eyes. I’ve practiced for so many years to arrive at the door but it all seems worthwhile now. Every time I start another painting, the door opens onto another new floral garden of molten colour.

film noir

The velvet darkness of night with the soft sound of rain on the window. Memories echo. The beautiful places and people known, mingling in a kaleidoscope of thoughts pushing sleep away. I loved making this painting. Without really thinking I grabbed some wax crayons and made some strange marks . The wax resists the watercolour so when painted over the wax marks remain, mysteriously, like where you’d mark treasure on a map.

riot with pink mostly and some yellow

The colour of watercolour is better than colour in any other medium. It’s got a vibrancy beyond anything available in oil. It sings and if you let the brush dance and skate across the paper surface it’s pop music, it’s rock and roll, its a riff from Keith Richards and dancing like Maddie Ziegler. It’s a kick-arse, double cappuccino shot of glory. It’s about being here now. It’s about the “beauty” of being here now. It’s swinging through the trees and whooping as you let go the rope and fly into the river. It’s breathtaking..

luxury calm and voluptuousness

I‘m often thinking about Matisse and those Mediterranean days and the sunlight and the bathers on their yellow beaches. Watercolour seems the perfect medium to celebrate these moments. Matisse made things simple. Life is short. There is just the moment. I make a watercolour in a moment. I lied, it’s not calm! Its an ecstatic celebration but it’s most definitely luxurious and voluptuous.

all the fun of the fair

I used wax crayons to jab some marks onto the paper before soaking it and painting over. The wax marks resist the watercolour paint and shine through as the painting dries. It’s a matter of chance as to how it will finally appear as I’m never entirely sure what colour I will put where, when I begin painting. Mood takes over everything. I let go my hand to the intuitive painter within and not waiting for wasteful decisions and considerations my intuition rushes ahead like a child to a fun fairground. By the time my conscious self arrives the painting is done and if I’m good I might have won a giant panda and a coconut.