I painted this still life in the first studio that I ever had outside my house. The room had very dim interior light and huge ceilings. The vault of air above my head was enchanting. The room was badly lit and people coming by to say hello often asked me why I was sitting in the dark. But my still life and the canvas were lit well enough. I loved the diffuse light of that quirky place.
The painting became the DNA for several pictures. Over the years I’ve made versions of the idea. They all bear some resemblance to their parent and yet each one has its own identity too.
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I love these but the first one really grabs me, it has a dynamic presence to it .
I’m glad you like it, Margaret! thank you
Amazing what you you can do in less than perfect circumstance.
Over all the room was poorly lit, but near the window it was really enchanting. It was an amazing studio. Would love to have a studio like that again, Emma, though it’s most unlikely that I will.