Every day is a learning day
In these years I remember working at perhaps my most frantic and manic. Time was very short and extremely precious to me and with working two jobs I had almost no time to paint in. So what I did have was used wisely. It is, perhaps, the very existence of this dynamic that helped me break through some of my own barriers of confidence and ability.
There are a couple of pieces in here that still get remarked on to this day and have been the basis of several commissions. By 2012 I was starting to get a style and rhythm and, more importantly, growing in confidence and ability.
Show up every day
Composition, colour toning, negative spaces, textures, the chemical processes, structure, balance, shading, material procurement – it was all starting to make some sense now and with repeat practice I recall how I was beginning to understand what my hands and materials were capable of.
These paintings are all in date order – so the oldest ones are at the bottom and the newer ones at the top. If you scroll up and down you can see how my evolution has changed over this time frame. These few paintings represent a selection of what I was doing over a four year period.
It’s the thing I sit and ponder over the most. Every time I begin a painting session I have to learn my through the painting, even if it’s something I’ve practiced over and over again. I will always be learning. I get that now.
Rock Lobster
In The Blink Of An Eye
Better Than Life
Phatt Daddy
Tunnel Vision
Jewel
Boone Dog
Carbon 12
This Fine Feeling
Bossa Tropicale
Fluid Dynamics
Defying Gravity
12 to 12 Vibe
Waiting For An Alibi
They Walk Amongst Us
Chromatica
Liquid Tension Experiment
Skyfall
Bacteria Pot Monsters
Erotic Cakes
Red Five
Lord of the Dance
Perpetual Burn
From humble beginnings
Whenever you learn something new you are always faced with uncertainty. Most of the time that lies with your own self doubt rather than a belief that you lack ability.
During the first few years of painting I experimented with all kinds of mediums and ideas. Inspiration came from a thousand different places and from a 38 years of life. When the canvas comes out it’s surprising how much of that gets drawn upon. Certainly in the early stages of my development as an artist it was critical.
Nowadays though the past has all but dried up and I use a new and constantly evolving stream of input to determine what may look good or bad when translated into something made out of paint. I recall using pre-made frames and pre-stretched canvases. I painted onto hardboard, plaster, wood and metal. I tired structure gel, extenders, retarders and all kinds of powders and flakes.
New materials and tools
I used masking tape for straight lines and bought an airbrush. I used an air compressor which didn’t work, I tried painting figurative works. I tried to do a series of penguins on a rock at one point. It wasn’t good. It was very bad. So I stuck with abstracts.
When I look at some of these paintings I feel a mixture of emotions. Some I love, some I loathe but all of them tell a story and every single one was important to help me get to the next one and so on. They all played a part in getting me to where I’m at today.
Many of the art works are painted in acrylic paint. I never really got on with this medium, I always found it restrictive and a bit dull. Mind you I did some paintings that I was very very happy with and there are a few in particular that I wish I still had, but I can remember searching for a new medium that was more organic. That’s where the story of my enamel paint begins.
