-By Paul Bonner
So - we'll start at the end this time, just to help see where we are hoping to get to - eventually. I think I have used up two or three post here at Muddy Colors, over the years, trying to concoct some concrete and informative words that will help convey the intricate, convoluted and rigorous process that is necessary to make a pleasing arrangement of marks and colours on a blank sheet of paper. Casting a critical eye back over these missives, what they actually appear to do - is meander around, rambling aimlessly on about my creative endeavours - whilst very skilfully evading the much desired concrete part of things, and insisting on wallowing around in the mud of half-formed theories and extremely vague assertions. So - enough of that.
I know that however much I try and tighten up my perceptions of what it is I actually do - I will inevitably end up wandering all over the place, trying in vain to search for patterns, clutch after visual signposts, and generally make sense of my efforts in the studio. All for your sake, of course. I don,t need to know for my own sake, don't particularly care how it happens. There is no set map. Just see where it takes me. See - I can feel some rambling definitely threaten to take over, what was intended to be, an almost script free, stripped down post. So - we,ll nip that in the bud, and stop right there. The idea was to let the pictures explain them selves - and save me the bother. I will only re-iterate what I seem to have come up with in previous posts - that it is indeed a rather hap- hazard process that is just what I have ended up with after all theses years.
'Course - there is strict drawing, planning, juggling, jiggling, violent devil-may-care about turns and rapid reversals. Otherwise it wouldn't be fun, and without taking the chances offered to inadvertently destroy hard earned progress, because a better idea suddenly makes itself known to you, how can you come out the other side howling with happiness when it worked. I can only apologise for the early pictures not being so sharp.
I invested (though I,m beginning to doubt if that's the word I'm looking for right now) in a good camera - only to find that it has more options on it than the cerebral pyrotechnics that I'm capable of can deal with. Also - as I,m sure many of you will attest - one simply forgets to put down brushes, turn off that lovely arty flow of energy and snap some amazing progress shots. Well - I do. It's a question of priorities - isn't it?
So - turn off your mobiles, stop rustling the bloody popcorn packets, go to the loo if you must - quickly, and on with the show……..there are no adverts - but bare in mind this is no Directors Cut. Vast swathes of scribbles have been done away with, and as said - painting took precedence over photography, so there are sudden gaping chasms between scratchy pencils where I,m grasping after ideas, and pretty, coloured areas, where I have packed up and moved on. As I'm sure the more discerning amongst you will no doubt notice.
|There were quite a few more sheafs of paper, covered in seemingly random markings, that mark the beginning of my endeavours - this is the only one to survive the rigorous cull that takes place after a painting is deemed finished.|
|It's a goblin, isn't it.|
|Humans always a lot more tricky. No big noses, beady eyes or pointy teeth to cover up anatomical deficiencies.|
|The final drawing on stretched paper, tensely awaiting my arrival - with some big brushes.|
|The big brushes go to work. Very important to remember the masking film (frisket?).|
|I really was not looking forward to start painting this in-decipherable jumble of goblin anatomy…….|
|Beginning to see the stage come together for our players. It's always a relief to get them anchored somewhere.|
|We are getting there… Soon the why's, wherefores and reasonings of my path in life, fall gently into place with a contented sigh, and I can begin enjoying myself.|
|Yet more bling!|
|The icing on the cake. Final blinging……..trick being, of course with blinding - knowing when to stop!|
|Finished. Off for a cup of tea, an ale if it,s the weekend, and a probably all too brief lie down in a darkened room with a cold rag draped over my fatigued brow.|