“What is a man” said Athos, “who has no landscape? Nothing but mirrors and tides”
Pretty much a straight take on one of the later groups of ‘dribble’ pictures of the previous five or more years…all made on sheets of heavy handmade watercolour papers. I had intended to have a group of these small paintings on paper in the show at Derby Museum but there was a lack of space in the gallery once I had shoe-horned in all the large paintings I wanted to show (too many really).
I chose the quote above from Anne Michaels wonderful novel Fugitive Pieces. It seemed to me, as I said in the catalogue for the exhibition that I titled Nothing But Mirrors & Tides, that it “suggests landscape not just as a physical presence but as emotional and psychological too”.
This was a year of putting stuff back together. A new relationship, work on a relatively even keel, and, with that, time to think about moving the work along.