Text by George Morton-Clark
Ever since I was small I’ve looked at paintings like movies that will never reveal their endings – stories that will go on forever; and forever be written. To appreciate art is to be at one with your thoughts and your experiences. These are what bring the art to life. And the idea that when someone looks at one of my paintings it can generate a completely different emotional experience to the next person. The power of an image lies in its near-infinitesimal interpretation.
But painting for me is not a choice, it’s a necessity. An integral part of me as a human being. Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to create. Each painting is a therapeutic journey, from first to final brush stroke. The start point can be something as simple as a colour or image, after which the emotions gather and quickly an initial concept crystallises. Each piece falling into place like a puzzle. But the process is fluid: the first idea can change drastically as I paint. But rather than frustrating, I find these developments are the most exciting part of the creative process. Making mistakes leads you down paths that you would otherwise never have found. This process accounts as much for style as for content and it’s why I tend not to sketch – I find I’m more creative while painting and better at manipulating the colours and image while ‘in the moment’.
The colour and the fall of the paint help to direct the piece as much as anything. A slight difference in tone or an unplanned paint stroke can alter the image and start a whole new game. What may at first appear to be a mistake is more often than not the painting revealing itself to me. This organic method – in part a sort of free association of ideas, colour and images – can at first seem to obscure the ‘meaning’ of the painting. But by letting my subconscious lead the creative process there is arguably a greater truth that’s revealed in the final piece. Something deeper, something that is closer to myself and the essence of artistic generation.