John Scarland artist
This is a distinct place to be with a picture, much is established and yet it is still only a series of coloured patches. I have spent most of the day appliying colour, starting in the middle and then moving left, then from the middle againworking to the right. It is methodical. Before that, I stood for a while and thought about colour and mixed six piles of colour from my delicious Harding oils.
This shows the leap from thumbnail to oil paint.
I draw many thumbnails, a repeating series of scribbles to grow an idea
then when something gels - I stop
I look for a dynamic, a narrative, a pattern or something to spark life beyond the norm.
The cycle begins again, a thought, a few little drawings, a possibility occurs, I contemplate colour, brushes move, I watch it happen, sometimes I cheer, sometimes I boo, the picture bumps along, the music plays, the sun shines, shall I stop or shall I do more, I do a little more, I read a bit, I look at Klee, I look at Giorgio de Chirico, the moment passes, I clean the palette, and the brushes, I wander though the garden back to the house, I have tea and cake in the sun. Perhaps more another day.