CARPET OF BLUE BRUSSELTON
This painting was worked on a wide open weave canvas. At the time of painting I was trying to focus less on detail, and more on colour and light. In regard to light and colour I am satisfied with the result, yet, I do not feel as pleased as I would have, if it had been done on tight weave quality canvas with more detail in it. So I have a painting that tells the ongoing story of my journey to discover my style of painting while also telling the story of a flood of blue that appeared in the undergrowth of Brusselton wood in 2019.
In a reflective way the painting speaks to me of precious stones, of sapphires and emeralds refracting shimmering cool light through the heart of the wood. It seems the light of the wood resembles an ephemeral throne room. As a child I would have imagined a fairy queen holding court there. As an adult I might imagine a council of angels watching over creation, protecting an antient woodland from human corruption.
This woodland is framed by major roads, and for those who whisk past on their way somewhere else it is nothing unusual. But for anyone who spends an hour or so investigating, it holds links to the Romans, to the birth of the railways, and to echoes of miner's children escaping from the confines of mining cottages and terrace grime.
A Carpet of Blue Brusselton, is a celebration of the remarkable, unremarkable corners of nature that can be found all over the North East of England. It has no links to great men or women, no claim to protection, yet it has witnessed intimate moments of human history for hundreds of years, it has witnessed the building of Roman roads and the embryo of the railway system, yet through it all the trees have stood, the blue bells have bloomed and nature has held its ground.