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An Italian Water Scene

An Italian Water Scene

Painting is a moving thing. Describing that movement with words is difficult. I hope I can capture the major twists and turns of this piece with the help of some studio shots taking over whenever the words conk out. The canvas is Belgian linen. The scent of Belgian linen is up there in my pantheon of all-time favourite smells. It’s the olfactory equivalent of a cockerel crowing in the morning. A little bit of oil paint and it’s gone. I left the canvas untouched for weeks to hold on to that scent and packed it when I left for Italy last summer...

Shape Shadow Dreams

Shape Shadow Dreams

It probably sounds a bit iffy when I say that something came to me in a dream but last night something did. When I walked passed my paintings this morning an image I dreamt about came back to me. I ran over, took up a dirty oil paint brush and sketched it on the back of a canvas. Later, over coffee, I sketched the motif a ...

A Grey That Lives In The Shadow Of Green

A Grey That Lives In The Shadow Of Green

"A grey that lives in the shadow of green" is how I would describe this colour I made by accident two nights ago. It's like a wet plaster colour. I think it came from looking at frescos in Florence and Arezzo recently. I have since learnt that there are two schools of thought when it comes to restoring frescoes. Years ago they would have tried to repair any damage in...

Footsie 1400

Footsie 1400

A few days ago I went to see Masaccio’s frescoes in the Brancacci Chapel in the church of Santa Maria del Carmine in Florence. I have been painting a lot more than I thought I would since coming to Italy and usually if I get into a run I tend not to venture too far from the studio in case I fall out of the work groove. I'm only writing this now because I'm a bit lost today and don't know what to do with myself so I guess it’s a good time to jot down...