Figurative Abstract (untitled 1). Acrylic on canvas, 50cm. x 70cm.
Using spontaneous and intuitave responses to personal emotions, this painting again references Parkinson’s. My use of vivid colours is a rebellious statement that rails against what could easily be a depressive disease. The tottering figure, mimics the unstable walk and freezing of gait, that makes venturing out alone a precarious business for many.
‘Its a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door.” “You step into the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no telling where you might be swept off to.” (Bilbo Baggins – The Fellowship of the Ring.)
Keep smiling, Cheers, Dave.
“The Writing is on the Wall” – acrylic, ink on paper. 50cm. x 70cm.
In this chaotic painting my prime intent was to include text, I am not sure why. Maybe it is out of concern about my worsening handwriting, or more likely because I am now able to include text with a certain authority. Words that mattered little to me a year ago have now assumed gravitas, they form part of the Parkinson’s story, which is now also my story, and so they belong.
Words, like dopamine, bradykinesia and leva-dopa, can be spelt out amongst the more established symbols, taking their place in a personal abstract vacabulary that forms the image. Without enough Dopamine, brain cells that control movement die, the ability to control movement is drastically reduced, – “welcome to Parkinson’s disease, Davie”.
Text was spontaneously scrawled across the surface with twigs dipped in various inks, I thought these final words to be a fitting title. For no matter what – Parkinson’s is a degenerative condition, “the writing is on the wall”, and inevitably, there can be only one victor.
“Helter Skelter” – Acrylic and ink on paper, 50cm. x 70cm.
The title came from the sixties White Album, but the image was inspired by a recent Paul Macartney concert.
Could I be going around in circles on this hectic fairground slide? Where the satisfaction of conquering one challenge of Parkinson’s disease, is soured by frustration. Knowing that I am riding the slippery spiral, Helter skeltering towards many more challenges.
To quote the words from – Lennon / Macartney.
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again.
Patterns of Place, 1.
It has been a little while since my last post, nevertheless I have not been unproductive. These images, completed a few months ago are a way of progressing from the landscapes in my last posts. I am lured back to abstraction in my search to translate emotion, and a sence of place, into the visual.
In their own way each image has some degree of sucess.
‘Patterns of Place, 1″. Is an attemt to simplify the landscape into blocks of colour. Constantly changing with the varying light it is difficult to contain the changing colours within a single image.
“Dappled Sunlight” I want to catch the the colours of sunlight on Tallow-wood and the green of new growth amongst darker shadows.
“Understory, 1”. The brightest of days often cast the darker shadows. In apprehension I am drawn toward the tangled undergrowth. What is hidden within, what lies beyond, should I dare crossthat line?
Although these works are the result of both ‘en plien air‘ and studio sketches, ultimately the drawings serve only as a reminder of an experience, and the final images merely a fleeting memory, or impression of a moment in time.