Where Do You Go To My Lovely

Where Do You Go To My Lovely

How often music seems to influence my thoughts and my art. A song catches my mind as I run and for days it is there in the back of my mind.

For the last few days I have been thinking of the song from the 60s  with the first line, "Where do you go to my lovely when your alone in your bed. Tell me the thoughts that surround you. I want to get inside your head.'

So often this ends with me putting something on a canvas or sheet of paper. Such was the case yesterday with the painting above.

I am aware that it is similar in style to some of the works I have done before. I do not apologise that this is the case. Somebody reminded me that Monet painted a great many different versions of his lilly pond paintings.

Most of the other similar paintings to this have been done large scale. This one is done on acrylic paper and kept to a size that with the mount is 16" x 20".

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Winter Is Not The End

Winter Is Not The End

My challenge was to complete the series of four paintings on the theme, Vivaldi, The Four Seasons.

I knew exactly the colours I wanted to use, almost all primary colours.  I had an idea of what the end painting should look like so that it complemented the other three.

The trouble was, faced with the blank canvas, I could not get this painting out of my head. It has all the colours I wanted to use but I am not at all sure that it fits with the other three.

It is though an abstract painting, and it speaks to me, though I am not sure just what it is saying. It is not shouting, “just throw me in the bin.” I did have my doubts, that that was in fact where it would end up though.

I had left it on the easel overnight, usually I will lay it to the side where I can see it as I go about other things. This morning I went to get it to sit it on the kitchen ledge. I would look at it over the breakfast coffee.

My wife came into the room, just about to head out the door to work. As she left she commented, “I kind of like that.”

She seldom, if ever makes comments on my paintings, unless asked.  This leads me to think it just may be worthy of further opinions.

So what do you think, and remember , “honesty is always the best policy.”

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