Paint is paint.
And it isn’t.
Paint transforms, wraps, changes our perceptions and covers what lies beneath.
I love the way paint peels and reveals the objects beneath. I love the way an old tin, once painted, now battered speaks of its life and the stages of it. I love the feeling of age, of love, of transformation.
It’s amazing to me, that a canvas, once painted takes on a new life, can sway emotion and becomes so much more than fibre and pigment. Or that wood, properly prepared is so much more than fuel for the fire.
Which is why I am doing this.
And it is so exciting to me that I need to present a peek, even though it is far from finished.
I intend to make a series of small works, that are weathered, and beautiful, and speak of the wood beneath and the process of transformation. That speak of imperfection and care, and love. That deal with ordinary things and fragility, and human attention.
So exciting. 🙂