This is where the journey began. My first picture. It was a painting I did
for 4th form at school (year 10). We were required to select a picture
from a magazine and then cut it into strips and reassemble the strips
in a different order. Although the imagery never came out of my head
it still looks a lot like the pictures I would later paint. For example,
it shows the sun and incorporates the water and the horizon. Perhaps
this is not too surprising as I picked a picture I liked to paint. Much
later I would meet this picture again in Boston, but much later. Another
feature of the painting is the way different colours are faded together
to create a transition between colours. I went to school with a fellow
called Chris Buller and he like to call this “colour fades”.
While these colour fades can be seen here in my first picture, I had
actually been working for a number of years on using colour pencils to
fade different colours together. I remember this as the highlight of
doing history projects, were I would really enjoy colouring in the histograms.
Actually I never really liked the picture too much and only kept it because
my mother insisted and promised to look after it. I’m glad I did
because the metaphor grew on me as I did. More and more my life felt
like I was a single-handed sailor charting the fickle seas of life.