This series started on a white painted floor, during one of the many nights spent painting in my studio. A few dried leaves and flower petals had fallen down from my bouquet of dried botanicals. In it I saw a vast expansive landscape, with mountains so grand they almost pierced the sky. Beneath their feet, land stretched for miles seemingly never-ending, while the lines of time followed its path, swerving in various directions, perhaps leading to their destined final place. It was harmonic and peaceful; the colours muted and the shapes moved organically.
Every night I would paint these dreamscapes, transporting me to a different time and place. It brought me a sense of peace and tranquility during a time of global unrest. I began each piece by pooling water onto a raw canvas and slowly stained it with earth tones. Yellow ochre, burnt umber, red oxide with accents of hooker’s green and phthalo blue created the base for this series’ colour palette.
Anemoia, though young in its etymology, is deep in meaning. A word I have come to know and one that encapsulates the mood of this latest work.
I hope you also find a sense of peace and calmness in them.