It is so hard for me to paint small, yet I love the miniature. I love walls of tiny paintings grouped and conversing. Little tableaus of choice – unassuming yet stoic and generous in their prescence.
I have thrown myself into my series for the small November show, and I’m actually quite enjoying it. The series is developing in a very human vein – glimpses of people being people, with appropriate weaknesses, eccentricities and joy. Usually I would step back and think it’s not gutsy enough, but I think it actually is. It’s a tender expression of love for humanity. These paintings have a softness and vulnerability which is making me feel a bit exposed, and I’m trying to be comfortable with that.
I have about 4 finished at the moment, with another 10 in train. I hope to have 20 works by the end of it, and it will be a show of miniature proportions for me – a proper exhibition, in a tiny space, and hopefully by the time it rolls around, my feelings of exposure will have become small as well. It’s a big thing to put yourself out there like this, wherever the venue. Breathe deep and continue…… 
Oh I like this one:) Very much capturing a glimpse of certain vulnerabilities. The closed eyes really sell this one:)
Nice one:)
Well, I tried my hands on oil too but didnt have the patience to continue.. sigh.. thus have returned to watercolour. Your work, miniaturised, is good. Keep it up.
Can you make them so that, if you position them one way, they’re communicating with each other (longing glances, cold shoulders, sharing a lighter moment) across the canvases, but if bought separately, they can be displayed alone?
Hmm, I think there’s a metaphor in there somewhere…
But I do think you’re onto something which bears further exploration. Onwards, with courage and endurance (like motherhood).
So fragile and beautiful.
Adorable, really…