Someone once sent me a little saying in an anonymous ‘share a special part of a poem with a stranger’ project.
It went something like this...
In the darkest part of the dark night - the light comes.
At the time I tossed it to one side dismissively as somehow not coming up to the mark in the profundity I was seeking.
However, it stayed with me and came to mind again when I made the arduous journey from ‘Helmsley Walled Garden’ to ‘Falling Cups’.
I have struggled with the Helmsley Walled Garden painting for over two years; Spent hours and much paint on trying to get it right. It has been finished several times, but I was never happy with it. The bonfire came to mind, I lost faith in my ability as a painter. I was eventually reminded of what I teach my students. “You must sometimes destroy what you are most attached to in an image to make it come alive.” It was only when I did this that the painting began to have vitality and strength. How greatly is painting a mirror of life. Authenticity in painting must come from deep inside, never from the surface.
This new image,( though as yet unfinished), excites me. I wonder if it is the start of something new. .