Turning Point

Earlier in the year, during lockdown I made a painting that I felt was a turning point. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something unlocked in me – a joy in the act of painting that I don’t think I have really known before.

Furniture as a canvas

I grew up in a carpenters workshop – my mum made extra money by painting on pine furniture that my step father had made.  Decades later, having toyed with the odd painted cupboard, I am wondering whether paintings aren’t altogether better presented on a three dimensional object.  Here is my first tester.  It’s not-very-imaginatively called… Continue reading Furniture as a canvas

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