His natural touch with the paint and just how he managed to convey, no communicate and load such passion into his work is amazing. Far from being a lunatic that painted in a frenzy he was calculating and clever and for me helped to rip open the doors into the modern world.
Anyway this helped me to positively question what I was doing whilst considering Vincent’s precarious instability and crushingly claustrophobic self doubt. In particular whilst comparing Vincent’s work to that of Paul Signac (a contemporary of sorts of Van Gogh). The difference in the work is astounding, check it out sometime. Believe me it is a great way of looking objectively at art. This made me realise in fact that what I do makes sense to me and I believe in it. I deal with the world via the very small. Small marks, small coloured areas that combine to make a mass, a whole. This – for me at least is a metaphor for just about everything, nature, the earth, the cosmos…everything. Sometimes I question where my work is going but I think as long as I remain happy and fulfilled with what I do my role as an artist is to just constantly explore the visual language I have developed and see where it goes. What could be better? In recent drawings I have been using colour in almost a completely random way. Now as a means of developing my use of colour I have begun to dust of my undergraduate knowledge of colour theory. This has long been a tricky area for me as I am colour blind and therefore pretty much avoided colour in all of my drawings, happy to explore the inherent qualities of black and white line. Now I want to push my own (maybe self imposed) boundaries. So with this in mind I have embraced my poor colour vision and will explore colours that are bright, colours that will hopefully vibrate when nestled together to further convey the vague musings I have around the natural world.
