Moving up to a much bigger scale has been just as hard as I expected. Harder than I’d hoped.
For weeks I have wrestled with two 120 x 100 monochromatic canvases.
I work for that alchemical moment, when a painting transcends its materials; becomes more than the sum of its parts. That moment seems to arrive night after night. Then, morning after morning, they die.
As a painter, I am perpetually falling in love. Then, in the cruel morning light, my heart sinks, and I am disappointed again. For someone so loyal, I can be very fickle.
After so much battling, so much determination to stick to the monochromatic plan, in crept a rebellious thought. Yellow.
Sod it. What this needs is colour.
Quickly things went pop! It glowed, it was alive. Ah well, maybe next time.
I moved onto the second painting. Pink happened.
Ok, I still have a monochromatic painting to do.
An idea: make bigger version of smaller painting. Obvious really. Currently working on that. Will show and tell soon.