Abstract art is HARD.
Its even harder to make it look effortless.
I'll never point and laugh at a seemingly simplistic, skillless painting again. I'm all about texture rather than colour, so I was relying on this to make my 'white' painting interesting.
The aim was to make it relaxing, reference free, however many meanings I strived to pin upon its abstract, sloppy brushstrokes. Funny how we feel the need to qualify the existence of a work by weaving it a frame of reference. Truth is, it'll always have my voice, in the same way as a singer doesn't need words to hold a tune....wish I could hold a tune...deviating....back to the matter in hand. I wanted a painting for my livingroom that I could happily live with without it being attention sapping. To look at it would be calming: chalky cliffs by the beach, the feeling of cold, heavy linen sheets, the peace of an ancient stone monestry. The weathered whiteness of the Minster walls. Well, I can but aspire. Is it a triumph? Did it come out the way I'd pictured it? No and no, but it has its own quiet dignity, and I'm not bored of it yet, so it'll do.
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