UNLOCKED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE
The Bosom of my Art
There are four women who have profoundly influenced the artist I am today:
1. My truly loving mother Eryll, who believed her sons should be 'real men' only, so there was no place for the arts.
2. My special friend and first art dogma instructor, Michelle, who found me in a very dark place, stuck a paint brush in my hand and switched the lights on... before forsaking me as a prodigy, because I could or would not do it her way (I forget which) …
3. My wonderful acclaimed artist friend Dalene, who taught me to think as an artist not just as an image translator.
4. My darling second wife Ginny, who picked me up, scrubbed me down and is still hopeful of applying more spit and polish.
I am a self-educated artist, not ‘self-taught’. It is fortuitous though that I never went to art school, as I fear that would have been mutually calamitous. However, I really regret I did not get the playground time that would have come with it. I am trying to make up for it.
James, James, Jonathan Reb I would be delighted to be labelled an artistic rebel. However, that is not possible. Rebels inevitably seek to deliberately break the establishments rules. I don't even know where the rules are kept. (With apologies to James Dean, Billy Yank and especially A.A. Milne.)
Of Thieves and Things...
If it's true that 'good artists borrow; great artists steal' (sic), then I am doomed, as I lack the motivation to do either.
My Art - Just a few things
…I long to create not replicate.
…It is really personal. So, I jab at the canvas. I am a chronic jabber.
…The brush in my hand usually knows more about art than I do, so I mostly give it its own head.