Ever have that feeling when you hate literally everything you do? I haven’t been particularly friendly with my art practice of late and gave myself a challenge to do something completely different to what I usually do. An impressionist still life of flowers let me explore a different medium and subject and I’m quite happy with the result. It was also quite therapeutic – the thick, execution of paint, and the relaxed but focused gaze upon the poetic arrangement of my favourite flowers. I might try a few more.
STILL, LIFE?
