When There Is No Rhyme Nor Reason

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I honestly don’t know.

I do know there are times when, having started a painting, there comes a point when I fall out of love with it! This is one of those paintings.

It’s a personal thing. We all loose our way at some time or another.

And because I plan what I’m going to paint it’s near impossible to start over again.

Maybe I should try abstract expressionism?

Then, out of the blue, came the ‘turning point.’ And the turning point was – clown fish.

All my paintings are uniquely personal statements. I‘m sure that’s true for every ‘picture maker.’

For example, the map behind the romanesque bust, is taken from a 1950’s map of North Wales and shows Wrexham the town where I was born.

The toy motorcycle is just like one I had as a kid. The water-dragon (lizard chasing a house fly), I found caught up in the Venetian blind in the kitchen!

The rest are simply images that, for whatever reason, I liked at the time.

And then there are clown fish which, for me at the eleventh hour, became the missing ingredients that finally filled in the gaps and rescued the whole damn picture.

And therein lies the conundrum of painting pictures. Do I end up liking what I paint?

And the answer is – sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t. And that sums up perfectly why I’ve called this painting – ‘When There Is No Rhyme Nor Reason.’