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| Orange Bouquet |
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| Millstone |
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| Night at Nayland Farm |
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| Sue |
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| Looking Down on Macabre colour |
I find that for some reason when I paint I forget who I am and what I want to say. As I am painting any one canvas I think I know but when you look at them side by side it's clear I am floundering! I am more sensitive about painting; I care what people think more than I do when I draw, make a print, fuse some plastic or make a book. As a result, when I paint I don't think I create a body of work that is identifiable or consistent. I know it's there, but I can't access it day in day out. It's curious.
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