The iconic shape of a painter's pallet is so intrinsically linked with what it means to be a painter that many moons ago I took my inability to get any use out of them as an ominous sign for my fate as a painter. Turns out I am more of a frying pan man. I mix a lot...
It's getting cold outside and I am being warmed in here by these orange canvases. I know some people love the purity of freshly primed canvases. I find them a bit unnerving and too precious. It's easy to convince yourself that anything you attempt...
I am in the middle of unpacking the Italian pieces and taking stock. I have started drawing my stock maps, flying heads and all. They help me to move an exhibition along. You can usually tell how close to an exhibition I am by the number of these maps...
I haven't unpacked yet. The studio is still empty and I am enjoying the space. This is a time for frying mushrooms. There is no way to simply pick up things where I have left them in Italy so what else can I do but read a book, start some new pieces...
