When I was at Art College in the early 1980’s I would get my hands slapped for using pure black out of a tube. We were told to mix our own black from reds and blues as it would harmonize better with the other colors in our paintings, and I agree with this theory and have taught it to many a student over the years. Pure black our teachers told us, is not a color, it is a black hole that sucks light in and does not reflect any light waves back out into the universe. As we were all listening to David Bowie’s Space Odyssey at the time and had grown up with lunar landings we could all relate to this far out concept and avoided black like it was the plague of the universe.Read More
If I were to paint my memories from childhood I would have to choose the times where I had escaped from formal girl education into the farm yards and barns that surrounded my home in rural England. Here my friends and I would round up any large animal that would allow us to easily jump on their backs for a rodeo ride. Being bucked off a donkey or tossed into a stone wall by an angry farm pony was considered living life to its fullest. Which I think is where my love for quirky animals comes from and why I strive to paint a world full of color and adventure.