It occurred to me today that my paintings are always more than just paintings to me. I think it's to do with the layers of thoughts, the attempt to capture all the feelings and ideas that I have in my head AS I'm painting, and with the search for some intangible thing, some magic or meaning, the attempt (always unsuccessful of course) to encompass something too big for a mere canvas to hold. It's the STORY, in all its marvelous, mutable glory. But that's also the beauty of it...the story is ever unfolding, never ending. Never to be captured and pinned down. Always free. Like Beauty and her Wolfheart.
The poem is HERE if you haven't read it and would like to.