A painting that emerged from the faded canvas cover of a book, one of my many copies of Frank Fraser Darling’s Island Years. Against the sandy colour I liked the...
A painting that emerged from the faded canvas cover of a book, one of my many copies of Frank Fraser Darling’s Island Years.
Against the sandy colour I liked the way that lemony yellow behaved and then that peachy Naples yellow.
Try to keep that faded quality, like an old scout tent.
Thoughts of a trip to Sutherland with Robert, in 1994. How different forms of Suilven followed us around. A Scots pine. A need for something geometric somewhere like a house by Peter Wormesley. A matter for regret that new houses in rural Scotland are generally so dull and conventional, and anti-modernist. Why can’t we be more like Norway or Finland? They gave Alvar Aalto free riegn there.
A reminder of a photo of Lorna far away on a pier in Sweden.
A Granny out of bed, barely there, wandering as in a dream. First of all it’s a shape, like Lowry’s figures are shapes. Or like in Craigie’s paintings. Give up detail and fussiness. No wee brushes.