Us little band of artists, whatever the label means, met today for our first informal discussion. T discussed her work and pulled out 3 paintings that she had in her house. I violently disliked them – schmaltzy, over romanticised realism- the first – a woman standing, windblown on a beach. I didnt even see her, until O, made some comment that made me realise that he saw the image for what it was- a woman on her own on the beach. I was so repelled by the formulaic style that I hadnt even seen her. Or the potential story that she held.
SO now I am obsessed with deliberately creating narrative in my portraits. Soul, personality, physicality and now story.
I am now obsessed to the point that Im thinking of asking Tamee if I can have that painting to work on. The quiet potential of something so mundane and over done, is intriguing me.
I never understood why ppl like paintings like that before, I faied to understand that beyond the pretty image, there was something so ordinary – the story- that it suddenly is filled with nuance and a pathos beyond the style of the painting.
mmmm I wonder….