These images come hours apart. The previous one just after two in the morning and this one eighteen hours later. The title The Wild, Wild West is there for a number of reasons but was not there at this stage. I felt the atmosphere in the work as I created it and I recalled those images from (spaghetti) Westerns – sharp outlined hills, short shadows, hot breeze.
The Wild, Wild West
Drawing on landscapes imagined and re-invented, bringing together things and spaces and moulding them, altering them, finding meaning in them as the painting progressed. The Wild, Wild West, a forgotten place, at the periphery, of beauty and neglect.