Two opposing forces that, in art and life, need not equate to dull compromise.
The errant watercolour wash that runs down the page to be caught at the last moment.
The clay that is applied at fever pitch and then defined just enough to reflect the soul of the sitter.
Revealing the passion of the figure yet retaining the purity of the nude.
Sailing small boats across oceans but remembering that the sea does not suffer fools for long.
A whole lot of daring and the restraint went into today’s painting. The scene is a wind blown beach on the
, USVI. One brush stroke more, or one brush stroke less, would have spelt ruin. island of St John