As ever, I have been creating digital art in between actual analogue art projects (or should that be the other way around?). Anyway, I’m unfortunately still no further with plans to sell prints. I did set up an online shop front through Etsy last year for the sole purpose of selling art prints, and I did indeed acquire some printing samples from a printer, but wasn’t too impressed. I have yet then, to find myself a decent and reliable printing company, and preferably closer than Wisconsin. Pricing of said prints, which will be presented as limited edition runs, is still somewhat of a mystery to me. Undecided, and under-informed. No clue.
Either way, I do still really enjoy creating these digital masterpieces – bearing in mind of course, that each image is based on an archival photograph of mine backed with many years of travel experience. Each image then, has its own rich history and reminds me that art is hardly ever created on a whim, even if the execution is relatively quick. With photos you have to be there to take the picture – wherever that may be, sometimes far flung and difficult to get to, and not unlike the travails that many of the classical painters of old would have had to endure in capturing their own artistic portrayals of the world. Then one must have the wherewithal and enough sentimentality, once said picture is taken and cogitated upon for anything from hours to years, to actually turn it into art and re-present it to the world as such. It’s all good fun, and a nice surprise to have the memory refreshed when stumbling through archives.
The above painting is no less a contender for a fine tale. Taken from the cliff tops of Dorset’s Lulworth Cove on the Purbeck Coast, just an hour away from a heavy late summer storm. The sky was thick with charcoal and silver clouds, and the light from the breaks in the clouds was just enough to create that fabulous spectacle of an argent sea contrasted sharply against the much darker sky – an effect I’ve only ever witnessed so far on the English South Coast (I would imagine the French on the other side of the English Channel must see similar things from time to time). My youngest son was only six months old, and probably attached to me via some kind of forward facing harness, while my elder two stumbled over chalk and clumps of grass in search of fossils and other treasures. It was a bit of an adventure, especially as going anywhere during August along the English South Coast is a bit of a gamble, weather-wise. The further west you go the more you run into dismal conditions and impromptu storms. But it adds to the atmosphere – as long as you don’t get washed away in a flood (almost happened once or twice). When the clouds suddenly decide to part and let the sun’s warmth and light elevate temperatures to more sensible levels it somehow makes all the gloom worth it.
Not satisfied with just one version of a painting, here is yet another taken of the same view but edited to slightly different effect. Still in the style of an oil on canvas, however. I’m actually liking this composition enough that I might do an analogue version. Multiple paintings to work on and all that.