top of page


Updated: Dec 12, 2023

Sometimes it's time to take stock...

Like most artists, I am constantly reviewing and reflecting on 'what's good'.  I just seem to pick the paintings around me sometimes when they are a year or two old, and paint on them some more. I love that feeling, and I feel not only the paint but the meaning deepens. I think maybe my paintings are organic reflections of how the world moves through me. My paintings seem to be like photos forever in the development bath, or a poem being continually revised.

One of the messages I've taken to heart over the lst few years in art courses is that people (viewers / collectors) like a story to go with your work. I've never been able to give one, so have hung onto a sense of failure around that. (What is my art 'about'? Who am I as an artist? Am I an artist?). Everything I tried seemed a little disingenuous. My paintings change as I change, and I change as the world around me changes. My paintings are never, ever done, just like I am not done.

This realization is giving me a sense of peace around my 'struggle'. I've always felt pressure to 'finish' a painting; felt there had to be an 'endpoint'; that a painting must eventually be 'done', ready for the gallery or a sale; that a daub here or a line there would be the icing on the cake - but I am discovering that has nothing to do with the mystery of it. A painting is never finished - we just stop working on them for a while, sometimes forever.

12 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All
bottom of page