Friday, 29 May 2020

ANNONTATION

Painting in ATTITUDES
Nomadic fantastic man Im here in Melbourne Im born in Mildura but yearning for Italy . Colourful with brushstrokes. Exploration I look at a painting and I am like sure but then after what makes me want to paint more is trying to make the last painting better than the one before to be more sure. I think probably the moment that I look at the painting and think it perfect is the moment I should stop painting all together. Once I get to a point of my practice were comfortably and assurance comes from. I know its time to stop because with out uncertainty what do I have to paint for. Pinocchio a puppet an inanimate object . Perhaps my job as an painter or artist is how to make the transformation from a drawing ( the unreal ) to a painting ( the real  ) . I am blessed with countless ideas every day and the challenge is how do I make these Ideas reality Paul Smith is the master of this. How do I keep track of these Ideas with going on the distracted Matisse says something along the lines of just do it and it probably wont come out as you like . Giving my Landrover my painting a sense of fun . Thinking about its purpose . Its a car that has been engendered and not designed thinking about what it is famous for and its famous for its use on farms and through my own use of the vehicle I can bash it and easily replace a part as I paint it I can mess it up but easily paint over it and start again. Pinocchio can be used as a metaphorical object, symbolically used as a representation of the liar but there is more to this fella he docent follow the crowd but he goes off on adventure it docent work out but he learns from it and moves beyond. He begins as a peace of wood, yet delicate . All this whist constantly question my self am I sincere ? Drawing in from Clemente watching Fellini and Kubrick the masters of translating the story. Grabbing on to the brush strokes of Rosie Wylie another champion of the story translator. Paul smith the colour master the attention to detail and the humble ability and then of course there is the work of my Nonna a constant reminder and assurance that painting is my blood.

THE PAINTING I ALWAYS REMEMBERED BUT NEVER KNEW THE NAME