Well, this is rather shameful, my latest one man show and I finally get round to updating this site. It's so easy to get on with a painting, so hard to promote yourself. Anyway on with the task.
The show opens at the Malt House Gallery, The Town Mill, Lyme Regis, Dorset, U.K. and runs from the 20th. November to the 2nd. of December 2015. Opening 10.30am to 4.30pm every day. If you've found this, then your very welcome to come to the private view on the evening of the 20th. 6 till 8.
If you can make it to the show great, but if not I will be putting photos of all of the paintings on this site later this month.
I've added my publicity blurb below. Any thoughts on it please feel free to comment.
An Unruly Brush With Life.
While the mind ponders what the eye perceives, the heart runs away with the hand to dance a merry jig across the canvas. This is not to say the mind has no say in my painting, rather its role is specific.
It is the heart that first exclaims with joy “Yes, that’s the one” when the eye is caught by a scene. The analytical mind then decides the composition and first cut colours.
The initial coat of paint goes on with a rush. Hand and heart going for it full bore with no quarter given. Mistakes and misrepresentations abound. This is important as they are to play a crucial role in the painting later.
In the second stage of a painting the mind catches up a little and the debate between the head and the heart begins. The hand interrupts with sudden impulsive gestural flicks. This dialogue slowly works towards harmony or erupts into a destructive frenzy when parts and occasionally all of the painting are obliterated.
Whether heart or head, whichever has the stronger case is allowed to lead. What works for the painting comes first.
Is this a sensible way of painting? Probably not, but its origins go back some thirty years.
I was a precision engineer by trade and painting offered me an escape from the exacting demands of that occupation. In painting I found two things. A way of expressing my love of nature and a freedom I found nowhere else.
Ideas or projects hold no charms for me. I paint from life, or the imagination, only that which takes my fancy.
This may sound arrogant, but as a self taught painter I have only my inner voice to guide me.
This may be good or it may be bad, it is for you the viewer to decide.
Stephen Collins. 2015.
The show opens at the Malt House Gallery, The Town Mill, Lyme Regis, Dorset, U.K. and runs from the 20th. November to the 2nd. of December 2015. Opening 10.30am to 4.30pm every day. If you've found this, then your very welcome to come to the private view on the evening of the 20th. 6 till 8.
If you can make it to the show great, but if not I will be putting photos of all of the paintings on this site later this month.
I've added my publicity blurb below. Any thoughts on it please feel free to comment.
An Unruly Brush With Life.
While the mind ponders what the eye perceives, the heart runs away with the hand to dance a merry jig across the canvas. This is not to say the mind has no say in my painting, rather its role is specific.
It is the heart that first exclaims with joy “Yes, that’s the one” when the eye is caught by a scene. The analytical mind then decides the composition and first cut colours.
The initial coat of paint goes on with a rush. Hand and heart going for it full bore with no quarter given. Mistakes and misrepresentations abound. This is important as they are to play a crucial role in the painting later.
In the second stage of a painting the mind catches up a little and the debate between the head and the heart begins. The hand interrupts with sudden impulsive gestural flicks. This dialogue slowly works towards harmony or erupts into a destructive frenzy when parts and occasionally all of the painting are obliterated.
Whether heart or head, whichever has the stronger case is allowed to lead. What works for the painting comes first.
Is this a sensible way of painting? Probably not, but its origins go back some thirty years.
I was a precision engineer by trade and painting offered me an escape from the exacting demands of that occupation. In painting I found two things. A way of expressing my love of nature and a freedom I found nowhere else.
Ideas or projects hold no charms for me. I paint from life, or the imagination, only that which takes my fancy.
This may sound arrogant, but as a self taught painter I have only my inner voice to guide me.
This may be good or it may be bad, it is for you the viewer to decide.
Stephen Collins. 2015.
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