
I last put brush to canvas. Having been passionate about art since very young, yet never really explored it with enjoyment. It was the colours more than the structure of any pice of artwork that resonated with me. The pain of being forced to learn fine art techniques at college when all the Alchemist in me wanted to do back then was learn how to create specialist glazes for ceramics, ended up with me turning my back on art altogether with great sadness and regret, until now that is.
My head is brim full of ideas, influences and images collected over my 36 years on this earth. Now at last with life and work running smoothly and coherantly for once, I have found myself some head space at last, turning back to the canvas to let my spirit free again.
Standing with a blank canvas in front of me I had no plans of what to paint, so there I stood feeling blank, with a million ideas and images running round in circles in my head.
In the background I hardly realised the radio was on, until my ears pricked up listening to a news report about the awful BP oil spill, gushing ever more barrels of oil into the sea by the second.
With no plans to paint a sea scape or depict the scene I was listening in on, I was more concerned with the colour purple swimming around in my head. So without thinking I started to blend purples onto the canvas while subconsciously listening to radio on in the back ground.
Before I knew it I had painted my first canvas in 17 years!
Now that I have let the paint out again, I know it'll be a while before I lock the brushes up again once more.