These two paintings are just finished and I wonder more than ever how on earth they arrived at their final form? It remains a mystery to me especially with these two, because they started out with no idea of any subject or compositional plan but more as an experiment than anything else: it started with the idea of using my old bamboo pen, india ink and "let's see how this would work on a newly gessoed canvas" - and after the first line or two it just took off and this is the result:
I did have an idea of the colours I wanted to use but only as a basic: more warm than cool and more light than dark, but apart from that I totally let the brush chose the colours and where they had to go without relying on the "drawing" at all.
I am quite happy with the outcome and pleased with the process of relying on my subconscious mind most of the time - but with periods of conscious evaluation in between - stopping each time I felt that I seemed to dry up, and often waiting till the next morning when all of a sudden I would know what to do next. Many times that would not be quite right either, but would lead to further exploration and eventually in the right direction.
It also amazes me how my favorite outdoors areas will sneek into my work without my intent or knowledge, so that I usually do not notice it until the end; until then I have only been concerned with colours, textures and composition/structure as well as the overall feel of the piece. But I suppose that the fact that I have always been so attuned and connected to the outdoors world it will be bound to come through if you paint "who you are" as someone has said (can't remember who)!
And there is really nothing wrong with that, is there?