Welcome to my DEN

I appear to have accidentally taken a month off from updating this blog. I'd love to tell you this was a carefully considered decision to step away from the relentless demands of modern communication. It wasn't.

Usually, all of my paintings are named after I've finished them. I need to see them, to feel them, and it's only then that the names come. The Rooted Age doesn't seem to work like that. At the moment I have eighteen painting titles written in notebooks and not one finished artefact exists yet. It's the complete opposite of how I've always worked. Hymn For A Drowned Street was called Hymn For A Drowned Street long before I'd even thought about what it might look like.

This week I found myself reading something I'd written on the back of the Den. "If you keep experimenting you will get no actual painting finished."