owls and other colours

it started as an owl, my dad thought it was a cat. Its not just what you paint and what you think, its where you paint too. I'm in a greenhouse, i'm at the bottom of my dads garden, under a big tree, a cat keeps nosing in on me, staring, only has one eye, and runs off when i call to it, squirrels pass by regularly, my dad comes down now and then, says hello, brings tea, asks me why i don't paint flowers or something, then shuffles back up. Its kind of secluded. I have the radio, jeremy vine between 12 and 2, i play a cd of a play i'm in at other times, try and the learn the lines. If it rains, it does often, it leaks through the middle, my dad doesnt come down so much when it rains, but he does phone. This is a painting thought up in sections. There were some marks on the canvas from another time that i was cleaning my brush. That made out the figure of this owl, then it all slotted together as i went along.

this is smaller. i brought 6 biggish canvases for £55, i wont do that again for a while, these smaller canvases cost £2.50 for 2 from wilkinsons. I was looking at a book on giotto, i like him, i like the way he manipulates reality to tell a story, perspectives are altered, the same people can appear twice or three times in the same painting, its all wrong, but its so elegant and clear, it works, its beautiful. He did one of francis of assissi giving a sermon to birds.

 

this one came out of nowhere that i know of.

its an improvement. its more me. its the right direction.

today and yesterday i was starting to think about how to make money, which i need. I can't do it, i don't mind selling paintings, i don't mind making money, but it all comes out crap when i force myself to try and think up paintings for the purpose of selling, its a waste of time, it never comes out very good, in a saleable way, or any other way. Just have to do my own thing, and hope it all works out.