About the Artist
As a child I loved magic, and then, as a teenager I discovered the more lasting magic of painting, music and books.
Why is that combination of shapes, colours, lines in Matisse, Klee or who-ever it might be so enthralling, moving, wonderful ? And the astonishment, thrill of recognition of coming upon Beethoven, Sibelius, Mahler……
Now that I’m silvery-haired I ‘m still held in thrall by all that grown-up, magic ‘stuff ‘. And I go on trying to make my own. I’m not interested in being original or ‘innovative’ – that dread word so over-used in the media and art-speak blurbs.
Painting is a journey without maps; it is making your own puzzle, then solving it. It’s the clue taken up, the glimpse in passing.
It can be like amazing good news, or the dark depths of the forest. Neither difficult or easy, but can seem like either.
“Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something upon which to rejoice .’ T.S. Eliot