I’m often asked How I Create my Paintings.
The short answer is that I draw using masking fluid, but there’s a bit more to it than that.
I develop the painting as a whole. So it gradually comes into focus but even then there are still discoveries as I peel back the layer of masking there is a final transformation. A “Reveal” as it were, in the language of those TV makeover shows. The character of the painting changes dramatically with each layer.
First there is the drawing or tracing.
The image is a tentative, like a ghost, only not a shade of what was but the foretelling, a prediction, of what will be.
As the masking is added
The picture becomes more obvious but somehow ancient. As the masking dries it becomes more yellow and looks old.
With the first application of paint and cling film, the painting looks like a disaster. Usually there is paint where i don’t want it. I’m tempted to ditch it all and start again at the stage. But somehow I prevail and start adding ink.
The inking is a magical phase. I have even less control this point. As I add the first few drops to the wet paper, an explosion of colour erupts like fireworks in the night sky. The ink bleeds across the page and fights with any colours present next to them.
These initial drops are fresh and unsullied by mixing. Vibrant to behold and always exciting to watch. I tweak the water content with salt and spray bottle of water. As more colour is added the masking lines become more defined, as colour is trapped/captured on one side of a masked line or the other.
Blooms form, colours mingle and swirl as the dance begins. The ink, still wet, shines in the light. Sometime sitting on the surface forming distinct drops and in others fading into the paper as it’ soaks in.
It can be hard to pull away as this stage but I must discipline myself to walk away. Otherwise the image become a muddy mess. Remember painting at school and how the water always ended up a shade of revolting brown? Well, that’s what happens if I don’t pull away soon enough and let the inks and paint marinade overnight.
I revisit the painting once it’s dried and add more colour using eyedropper, a spray bottle of water and salt. It really is like cooking. These later layers can be like snail trails.
The final phase is always a surprise. I never know what all work or has worked until the masking comes off. Sometimes it comes off in long strands which are immensely satisfying to pull off. Occasionally, a whole mesh of them will appear/come off . Like a trawler-man’s fishing net in reverse. Whole swathes of finished painting will appear.
Other times the painting is for more reluctant to review her secrets. The masking clangs onto the paper and requires a brutal persuasion from a steel edge to release her grip. In these cases for final image gradually emerges, blinking in brilliant brightness.