It is New Year’s Eve. Everywhere are posts about the year in review or hopes for the coming one. It’s sort of obligatory. A mini rite of passage as the old year fades and the new comes to birth. So instead of jumping on that particular bandwagon today, I decided to write about painting. A voice from the past, words from the present and a hope for the future.
For myself, I have always scribbled and drawn. One of my earliest memories is of a very childish picture of Pearl Bailey in Carmen Jones… chalk on small blackboard in Grandad’s parlour. Of course, the film was in black and white on our TV back then, but the colours were vivid on the blackboard… I remember I drew the dress blue. It had felt blue.
I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.~ Vincent Van Gogh
I lack skill…
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