VIEWS THROUGH A WINDOW
Having painted a representation of eight randomly drawn together individuals I realised that I wanted a break from painting random individuals.
I always wanted a break from that - relatively cubist I suppose - style. Shock horror, I also wanted to leave the canvas free of words, to not write a poem.
Instead, the idea was/is to provide a visual recollection of an emotional feeling at a particular moment. Like when you open a blind or a curtain, walk in or out of a door. Did you want to dance, punch someone, cry or start a cultural revolution?
So, the process was far removed to what came before it. I like flirting - like yet to be used grated cheese in a bowl - between this style and the other. The energy is completely different. My rented floor fucking hates it though. Swings and roundabouts.