It’s been a crazy busy month, what with working on the largest canvas I’ve ever done, my first life-size portrait, a group exhibition and much more. You can read all about these things and more in my latest newsletter (sign up via the link in my bio).
But for now, a quiet moment in the studio to honour my fallen comrades, the tools of my trade.
Every paint cloth represents a battlefield of sorts, decisions made, both mistakes and successes. Every unused blob of paint on my palette, every mix of pigments, every pile of scrapings - all given in the line of duty. Every empty tube fully spent and cast aside. Every wringer and palette knife that finally breaks after years of service. The paint brushes are ‘rescued’, cleaned up, oiled and ‘bandaged’.
There’s a lot of work that goes into painting for sure. And there is plenty to do in cleaning up the aftermath as well.
But for now, I rest.
Battle-weary and tired.
Paying homage to my valiant soldiers all.
(“Lest we forget” - words borrowed from Rudyard Kipling - with the utmost respect and reverence for people who’ve lost their lives and loved ones to war❤️)
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