Swing your head around this room and your paintbrush'll be dropping another hint from the cup, easily hanging out with the audience, lets ask. Just one more thought from the corner stand screams SPICE from the under bench staples and blends elements together in a bass, no strings attached. The idea at first seems fitting to the brief, as luck would have it, so does the third and every second counts. A wonderful little world of etiquette asks the delicate question... does my us look big in this genie? Make room for dessert, another course delivers on flavour. Bomb...
It was a long time ago I painted these pieces and they have made the rounds for sure. I've sold art in the craziest of places sometimes, even selling a piece from the boot of my car and another from off the wall in our BnB. None of which were up for sale at the time. Crazy how to price art for sale, and even crazier how pieces just find their owners. I've always found that the most fascinating part of the whole process.
I've often been asked if I miss a painting, or wish I'd kept it and the answer is always no. You move on from things and feelings and stuff. I've even painted over pieces I've really loved just to experiment with an idea brewing at the time. And I think if I hadn't moved through all those ideas I'd probably be stuck somewhere between 'what am I doing now' and 'what do I wanna be doing'. And that is worth a lot to me. K
I wanna go where 2 roads meet, up the mountain tops
I wanna go where dreams are free, my favourite ever spot
I wanna go and melt away a river running deep
I wanna go tuck in the clouds and sing the night to sleep
Lullaby
KF