The weather cooled down in the last few days. The schools are back and so is gridlock in the mornings. The Bosphorus is truly one of the most beautiful sights as it glistens in the late summer sun. We are busy working on various art projects for the coming year and the lure of rows of rusting pipes, discarded auto parts and the prospect of learning to weld is drawing us into possible 3D works.
Watercolour on 600gm paper.
Painting is hard work. It’s a labour of the spirit, the mind and the body. One can also rarely be sure of how things are going to work out, for me an investment of time and materials in projects that for unforeseable reasons don’t work out is frustrating and time consuming.
That has been the story of the last few months. I know most of my readers are not sitting with their lives on hold, with white knuckled anticipation awaiting my latest post, but all the same I like to be working and producing more than I have been able to do recently. Plus I need to sell!
There have been some high profile exhibitions (even if one particular painting that was chosen wasn’t my favourite) and quite a lot of travelling, but all the same the ‘bread and butter’ of creating has been a start-stop affair.
This is my latest work in progress, let’s hope it ‘flowers’ soon. It will be obvious what it is in time….
It’s been a very busy first month of the year. Painting has been sidelined up until now but life is calming down a little and creative space is appearing again.
Painting a picture takes me considerably longer than it used to. As my technique develops I’ve had to slow down a lot and I feel like I spend a lot of time waiting for things to dry (especially in the winter!).
So in order to make up for my lack of posts, I’ve decided to start posting works in progress and will hopefully chronicle my particular creative path.
So this below is my latest attempt after some drawing, a few washes and quite a lot of masking fluid…. (it’s not finished yet.. there’s a long way to go).
It feels like the ‘off season’ to me at the moment. The sky is grey and the colours are too. My framer is working hard to make up some frames for some pictures heading to some competitions in London. It’s the annual attempt to penetrate the world of the British watercolour elite, so far I’ve been unsuccessful.
The Bosphorus is still an illusive subject for me, an enchanting place whose main landmarks have been painted so often they feel worn out just to look at sometimes. But at the same time each time I cross it on the ferry I need to photograph it.
The city remains in traffic gridlock. The new metro will be a while coming, though the third bridge is swiftly progressing. The traffic just seems to get worse and one wonders if no end of tunnels and metros would merely dent the deluge of vehicles pouring into the city each day.
Roll on spring…