I could stare at this for hours.
Paint entrances me and always has. It takes my hand and leads me into an alternate dimension. An alternate dimension where my soul is free and time ceases to exist. Paint vibrates with possibility. Possibility of change. Of new colour combinations. Of new spaces. Of new windows onto the world.
Paint is transformative and that is what thrills me. From daubing on cave walls to covering bodies in white to symbolise grief, painting is powerful. Just changing the colour of a wall can transform not only your space, but also your mood. I have been known to start crying while standing in front of a painting in a gallery, it moved me so. The power of paint is jaw-dropping and exquisite.
But why this medium, the visual? Why not movement or architecture or words or music? Well, apart from (finally at the age of nearly 60!) loving being in the gym, movement was never going to be my form of expression and despite having an architect as a father, I find it impossible to think in 3D. I cannot begin to imagine a life without words or music, but they were not going to be my artistic avenue. Words I find too important. I can’t paint with any words in the background, even if they are in songs. Too much music I find overwhelming – a music festival goer I am not. Words feed my mind and music feeds my soul.
So, talent aside, why was it paint? Maybe because it feeds both my mind and my soul … and my spirit.
I thought this was going to be an easy post to write. Fun, filled with colour to stare at, not too many words(!), expressing why I paint. And maybe that’s why it has taken a number of rewrites, because I am trying to explain something which goes beyond explanation. At source paint and colour connect me with the invisible, the inexpressible, the infinite in a way no other medium does.
I’m guessing that is why any artist chooses their particular medium – it takes them somewhere else. Do you know why you chose your particular medium? Do tell me and let me know where it takes you.