This weekend I’m showing some work at the Fronteer Art Fair at the Chester University gallery in the Forum shopping centre along with other artists. I’m mixing things up a little; showing some Structural Sea paintings and some drawings, as well as paintings made outside in my local Ilkley area and on the Fife coast last year. It’s an art fair, not a white cube affair and so I’ve tried to include something for everyone.
During my residency in Cromarty, I spent a lot of time drawing, without worrying too much about a focussed line of enquiry or subject. Essentially, I just enjoyed the ebb and flow of looking and recording. One evening, we walked across the peninusula to a place on southern side of the Black Isle, called McFarquar’s Bed. I spent a couple of hours lost in drawing the directional complexities of the impressive formations there and two things happened. Firstly, the drawing grew to incorporate a jewel of a rockpool, evaporating above the tidal zone and which I realised would be a good motif and secondly, a cruise liner appeared on the horizon. I have no idea what possible synergy these two things might have, but they seemed right somehow. Drawing at this location held me long enough to allow time for either an event to happen or something to occur in the mind. This small painting – a study perhaps?- was made from the drawings.
Cruise liners visit the Cromarty Firth almost daily during the summer; delivering passengers to Invergordon for the whisky distillery tours. I can’t help thinking that there is something ridiculous about a huge block of flats moving almost silently up the firth and out again. This thought was hardly discouraged by the bizarre experience of hearing the sound of a bingo caller announcing numbers from one of the upper decks as a ship headed back out to sea one evening. Each to their own!
A couple of weeks ago I followed Turner to the end of the Caledonian Canal at Monteith basin. On my phone I had a digital image of the drawings he made there just nine years after its opening in 1822 and I hoped to find some trace of those marks remaining in the landscape. The drawings are cursory and so it is difficult to map them to location. This got me thinking about a distinction between drawing and sketching I hadn’t really c0nsidered before. Previously, I assumed sketching was really just ‘drawing lite’, mostly distinguished by time and fluidity. Working at Cromarty has opened useful threads of distinction between these two close (some would argue, interchangeable) definititions. I think the term ‘drafting’ is probably akin to sketching too, but I might need to (over) analyse that further? Drawing, it seems to me is more deliberately concerned with picture making. When the word ‘out’ is appended to the word ‘sketching’ it seems to take on a different purpose again, to do with learning and knowing something. In other words, sketching is a mode of drawing to do with gathering information that might become knowledge and which, then, is deployed elsewhere. Discuss! Either way, it helped me engage with the landscape in Northern Scotland in different ways – getting lost in mark-making for its own sake, or making visual notes with a view to painting.
Anyway, I found an iron railway bridge near the end of the canal with a red circle painted on the side and made a quick sketch of it, noting some atmospheric conditions, but primarily trying to note the structure of the motif as a way of getting to know it so in a way that I might even be able to recall it verbally, without recourse to the drawing if necessary. Back at the stables I made a small painted study of the scene (above). I think I found Turner in two senses: sketching as ‘knowing’ and his cold burning sun motif, blazing on the side of the bridge.
18 days into a residency in Cromarty, Easter Ross, I set myself an agenda to make drawings and then make paintings from them, without reference to other supporting material, such as photographs. Odd as it might seem, I have rarely made the connection between drawing from life outside and making paintings; generally tending to either paint outside or make work conceptually in the studio. The results are fledgling, but interesting. There is an act of faith in trusting the drawing when it comes to making a painting; accepting the reduced information set and the sense of having left something behind you needed but didn’t realise. This feeds back in to future drawings as experience. The thing I needed to change, was my expectations of what a painting should be and am working towards a more reductive outcome. Drawing feeds the memory with so much more than expected and the slippage between factual reality and invention that results is a satisfying process.
Above Ilkley, near my studio, is a large glacial boulder field marking the end of the moorland plateau. Boulders of different sizes rest alone, like monoliths or in clusters, sometimes piled improbably upon each other. The hard gritstone has few natural faultlines, but where broken or cracked, the parting often follows a straight edge. Although I’ve known this landscape all of my life, it took the restrictions of lockdown to cause me to revisit it with fresh eyes.
I am showing work at 5 Bold Place, run by Art in Windows, Liverpool in the month of June 2019. The work echoes the maritime setting of the city and contains a cheeky, but ultimately respectful, reference to Peter Blake’s Razzle Dazzle ferry.
5 Bold Place, Liverpool, L1 9DN
The London–Moscow project in partnership with Art Number 23 presents the exhibition “Present Perfect Continuous”, which will be held at The Zverev Contemporary Art Centre from the 1st November until the 14th November 2018.