A big hearted sky of a woman

Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 5 April 2025, oil on canvas board, 

30 X 25 cm

After almost a month's hiatus I finally managed to get out for a painting session two nights ago. I had not been there to work since the cyclone last month. The gentle dunes upon which I've painted for eight years were chopped off by the storm and now it drops to the beach just a metre in front of my little studio space. Feeling exposed, I now paint from the edge of a small cliff visible for all the beach walkers below. I feel like a lighthouse. Whew... it's  very 19th century, and reminds me of a painting by Gustave Courbet of the artist as hero on a precipice.  

I'll have to get used to it. It's so different from the comfort of being unseen. But anyway, it was a marvellous sky as seen in these three studies from the other night. I think they reveal a shift in the weather so hopefully I will be able to get out there more regularly from now on. These past months have been so rainy that I think we've forgotten what sunny afternoons look like anymore. 

I also confess that since the US election and inauguration it's been a dispiriting period for everyone I know. It's hard to believe that one person can stuff up everything, including the rest of the world, so quickly. Of course, he got a lot of help from his cronies. Yes, we never imagined that it could happen in America. We'll see. More than ever it behooves us all to be creative and positive in every way we can because life goes on regardless of what's flung at us at times. 

Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 5 April 2025, oil on canvas board, 

30 X 25 cm

I loved working the other night, it replenished my spirits just to make a palette full of colours and be on the hunt for rich harmonies under a big bloom of a sky that seemed to last forever. 

I like the first two very much, but this one below looks uneven to me though I'll post it anyway. Paintings don't always look the same way after a few days, weeks, months, years even, so I'm always cautious about judging them too quickly for better or worse.

I often think that I have exhausted this motif of anything new from which to scratch something out of. But then under the right kind of sky I discover that I could fall in love all over any expectations I'd have with a newer version of an old girlfriend, I'd also be more selective about what I'd want from this motif. I would want a clear 'bloom' of a sky to work from so as to explore a newer, more non-objective kind of picture. I'd look more for a flat picture plane. But as for the girlfriend, old, or new, I'd really like a kinder version, one with a big heart, as big as the sky actually. 

Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 5 April 2025, oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm