Acrylic on boxed canvas painted all round
Oil on canvas:-20x24
£195.
This is one of a series I'm going to paint from memories of childhood
. I have chosen to paint them as negative images like those from an old camera. I have added colour from memory to give them a bit of reality and clarity from the gloom surrounding us. I have carried this around with me for so long, I feel I will never unshackle the pain. I have talked about my childhood
with great difficulty. It often ended with me getting really angry, very uptight with everyone around me and also very emotional
. In the picture, we see lots of children. I'm 1 0f 9. We are all 12 to 13 months apart. To say it was chaotic is an understatement. To say it was highly charged is like saying a candle is the same as a spotlight. Represented by the children, you may notice they are all scrawny, is the deprivation, squalor and hunger that surrounds them. In stark contrast, you will notice my mother, glass of port
in hand, with a cigarette in the other, and lots of wine in the background to show her disregard for our upbringing. Fit and healthy, meat on her bones, compared to our skeletal frames. Even the dog was fed better; incidentally by me. We often shared a bowl of dried cereal, that's if there was any left. My eldest sister was on hand to look after herself. Please discuss...
. I have chosen to paint them as negative images like those from an old camera. I have added colour from memory to give them a bit of reality and clarity from the gloom surrounding us. I have carried this around with me for so long, I feel I will never unshackle the pain. I have talked about my childhood with great difficulty. It often ended with me getting really angry, very uptight with everyone around me and also very emotional. In the picture, we see lots of children. I'm 1 0f 9. We are all 12 to 13 months apart. To say it was chaotic is an understatement. To say it was highly charged is like saying a candle is the same as a spotlight. Represented by the children, you may notice they are all scrawny, is the deprivation, squalor and hunger that surrounds them. In stark contrast, you will notice my mother, glass of port in hand, with a cigarette in the other, and lots of wine in the background to show her disregard for our upbringing. Fit and healthy, meat on her bones, compared to our skeletal frames. Even the dog was fed better; incidentally by me. We often shared a bowl of dried cereal, that's if there was any left. My eldest sister was on hand to look after herself. Please discuss...
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