Far away, in a town full of mysterious archaeology and golden light, it felt like I was looking for something, or even someone. But Van Gogh certainly didn’t live there any more, and it was difficult to imagine a time before cars prowled the streets.
There was definitely plenty of light and colour, accompanied by warm shade. Then there was the amphitheatre, appearing enigmatically at the edge of things and looking quite unreal lit by the evening sun.
Some of these things are needed in paintings, I think. The rich colours, the light and shadow and the feeling of an unknowable presence, seen or unseen, in the distance.
golden light through the archway
fresh green, faded blue and stone
old lettering, colours of orange, gold and brown
how can there be an amphitheatre at the end of the street?
biro sketch of Tilly
This blog, and my work, used to live on a website called ‘fellpainter’, but I recently made a decision to transfer everything to a new domain, using my own name, to make things simpler
This also has the advantage of freeing me from a name that’s associated with a specific subject matter. I think painters just paint – not all that many confine themselves rigidly to only painting certain types of things. It’s more that a growing fascination with a subject beckons them down particular paths, but there’s always the possibility that another path might look just as enticing at a different time.
Using the same logic that led to the moniker fellpainter, a move to the city could mean that I would have to become ‘buildingpainter’, or the seaside, ‘wavepainter’, it could become quite costly and fiddly having to swap domains with every life change.