Monday, 10 August 2015

Paintings are stories


 My earliest memories of painting are rooted in  the back garden of a terraced council house on a large overspill estate in the Midlands. 

My Dad, a builder, had paved some of the bare mud of a newly built backyard with paving slabs and air bricks set into concrete star shapes.  The rain filled the holes in the airbricks , I mixed the mud and water with sticks and drew complex scrawling lines that dried pale and spidery. When I wasn't painting with mud and rain I was making mud sandcastles or getting in the way of my Dad taking photographs of my newly born sisters (which is why I'm crying in the photograph on the right hand side)

So, how did I get from there to here ?



Well , that's why I've started this blog. It would be easy just to present  a sequence of paintings and works created from my teenage years to the present day, but that doesn't tell you much about me, the work, or why I make it. So over the lifetime of this blog I'm going to try and construct the story of me and my paintings, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it.

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