A collection of paintings from the winter of 2012/2013. All of the paintings were painted directly outside in the snow. This was a real test of endurance, especially the first 10 minutes of painting. I find after the first 10 or so minutes I forget my physical condition, the cold biting at my naked face and hands, I enter into a kind of meditation. Many people have commented on me painting outdoors in the bitterness of Winter, ‘You’re crazy, just take a photo and go back to your studio to paint it’.
Painting isn’t easy, some days it’s difficult to stay motivated, especially with all the modern day distractions, even more so when you have the log burner roaring inside the home and there’s blizzard conditions outside. But, if you want to paint Winter, you have to feel Winter, at least that’s what I believe.
One of the worst things to experience as an artist, and I’m sure many will agree, is when you have arrived at a spot after walking 20-30 minutes, and then realise you’ve forgotton your palette, your yellow paint or even a canvas. When I was studying Art in London, I oftend painted landscapes, mainly in the large public parks and also along the Thames. After riding the underground from Brixton, to Battersea, I realised I’d actually forgotton to bring with me a canvas. I refused to go back home to Brixton and then return, it just seemed like such a waste of time. Extemely frustrated, I walked alongside the Thames, head down. Eventually, I came across an old piece of plywood, tatty around the edge but still, something to paint on. If Van Gogh could paint on cardboard, I could paint on plywood. So I did. 6 months later I sold the piece……. I think it’s the job of the Artist to make use of what they happen to have, what they can find and to ‘will’ it to create something out of nothing, Alchemy?