It is the slash of Prussian blue, tinged with Alizarin Crimson and tinted with Viridian which slides from the thick, velvety, depths of the stroke to the soft transparent smear of the feathered tail. A tail sensitively inscribed with the bristles of the hog hair brush which has been softened through gentle manipulation and cleaning . It is the transformation from the mysterious drowning blue of the impasto to the membranous transparency of the even tempo-ed end stroke which seductively veils the white of the canvas and caresses the underlying stroke. It is the slender earthy smell of the linseed oil seeping into the atmosphere after lazily glistening along the surface of the paint in the moments before the brush dipped in to elicit the perfect drop of paint.

It is for this that I paint and continue to paint, in quest of the increased sensitivity to transform a yellow dot into the sun through the use of my brush, colour, form and edges.

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