About a year ago...or is it two
                        years?...my Italian grand-nephew, when asked what
                        he wanted for his birthday, made a rather unusual request
                        for a young boy: a painting of my sister and me. He
                        was thirteen only a few days ago and he and his father
                        are coming from Rome to see me this weekend.
 I started the
                            painting...whenever that was...but wasn't happy
                        with it and turned it to the wall for quite a while.
                        I scraped out and re-started umpteen times until the
                        canvas acquired a rough textured surface. Unable
                        to procrastinate any longer, I have finally finished
                        it. Probably it could still be re-worked but I'm going
                        to leave it as is and hope Emanuel will like it.
I've called it Two Sisters in
                            Time and inserted images of ourselves as children
                in the faceted background. Dividing a background into vertical
                            strips of variegated colour is something I have found
                            myself doing over and over again for a very long
                            time, going way back to some of my earliest paintings
                            as a teen-ager. It's not a conscious decision - it
                            just happens. The feeling behind it, I think, is
                            a desire to escape from realism into a more abstract
                            dimension, but not entirely. 
Two Sisters in Time  Oil
                            on canvas, 2010-2011 
Below is another painting using
                        vertical facets but I allowed abstraction to
                        dominate this one. It's from 1994 when I had a SPACE
                        studio in Hackney - the first photo was taken there.
                        I had the idiotic idea of using this unstretched painting
                        as a coffee table covering, folding the edges
                        down all around.  Thus it remained until
                        a few weeks ago when I suddenly decided that it deserved
                        to be rescued from a utilitarian role and treated more
                        like art. I had to cut off the  damaged edges,
                        so the canvas is somewhat smaller than its original version,
                        but I think it's survived life as a tablecloth pretty
                        well.
Hackney studio 1994 
Music and Love  Oil
                        on canvas, 1994 
 



 
1 comment:
What an amazing nephew you have - and it turns out that he is quite the muse, because that painting is wonderful. I hope he appreciates it. :)
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