So, the way I see it here, on cold days, you can get an ebay story about toilet seats, some old summer shots, someones barn find, or now, some more railway HQ photos. And to think almost 6,000 stories ago, I thought, everyone thought, how is it possible to do a new story each day? Well, you end up buying an old boatyard to keep it all going, but chances are you are gonna bore everyone to death with every square inch of space details. I don’t disagree, BUT, I am living in the painting I am painting. In it, and having a blast doing it. Very very minute details that in the whole are not noticeable, but in small little frames, make me smile and feel like I have done something.
Layers on layers of texture that have multiple dimensions curated together. I know I know, Jesus I know. The crazy thing is 99% of all this is found, and put to use in a purposeful way. I am not a fan of the word reclaimed, like the word patina, which has been used, but more like I have a pallet of colors and textures to use as paint in my painting. Two years ago, I did say this is how I wanted to approach the renovation of the railway at the start. As art, not the way a contractor or architect would approach it. So sorry for the diatribe of artistic flatulence going on here. I feel better now, just had my Sorensen Swirl!