Turning the paper to ‘landscape’ seemed to have a marked effect on what happened next.
I started with the sweeping rocking movement in the bottom lefthand corner which developed into a circle.
Was it an eye, a void, a whirlpool?
A large flat brush created zig-zags, i filled in the gap between with black and then when the point on the end appeared the atmosphere changed completely.
It has remained on the wall for over a week and although a few thoughts on what to paint next have occured to me, there has been no really strong impulse to pick up a brush or a colour, so i guess its done.
This is strong and striking – almost scary/gruesome but somehow not…
i know what you mean! where do these paintings come from – what amazes me is the finished image does not reflect the mood or emotion i was feeling at the time of painting it at all!! strange indeed, but a fabulous journey to go on, each painting feels like an adventure to a foreign, yet somehow familiar country