We rarely experience life as a series of well composed stills as some realist painting and photographs may suggest. Rather, our eyes are always moving, our heads turning, our bodies travelling. What we see is a composite of glances and bloodspots which merge to form a visual impression. Equally important are the sounds, smells, memories and other cultural associations which filter through us as we see. This painting represents a memory I have of a favourite trout fishing spot. We would launch our canoe and silently fish, whilst observing the surrounding colours and the stillness of the weedy, dark waters.
Oil on canvas