Colours ignite me. Painting calms me. My left hand eagerly awaits to paint and I haven't done so in a while. I'm not a painter as you can depict from my amateur paintings which I composed in the past in my rare-but-spare time. Whilst I am partial to glorious scenery and inanimate objects, I am much more keen on human facial portraits.
As mentioned above, painting calms me. However, in light of this, I am all too often a confusing character as I generally paint quite quickly. Perhaps far too quickly. I have heard the odd whimper here and there that I must slow down, focus, and per-fect my 'pieces'.
I'm not sure if there is such a form of 'proper' painting. And if there is, I am certainly not one to follow the rules. Firstly, I never outline my paintings first (in pencil) - personally I think this is cheating? For me, it's just paintbrush/paint directly to paper/canvas and then here it begins. Trial and error. I allow my hand and mind to do the talking. Spontaneity? Probably. Disorganised? Most likely. Impatient? Yes.
There is something magical about the moment the paintbrush meets the paint, combines, mixes the colours, creating shades, the freedom to do so, the texture, the volume, the smell, the smooth sound and when that drowned brush unleashes itself onto canvas in a rhythmic way. That is a masterpiece in itself. The rhythm. Now we're talking.
Colours - I heavily vouch for colour. Without colour where would I be now? Where would we be now? I am without a doubt all in for colour, pigments, shades and that's just what these paintings need. Whilst painting, I attempt to observe deeply into the object's colour and the shape. Without sounding like a mad lady at hand or as a pretentious fool, it does excite me. Proportions need working on, but I settle for shape.
I'm learning. It's experimental. I'm enjoying. I'm needing to find time (to paint). Totally understood if you frown upon my lack of paintings as I really am no pro. Note that these small pieces were (mainly) painted as gifts to the 'object' in place.
