‘I just love the colours’ rings in my head after exhibitions and posts. People say they like my colours. They are not my colours. Just the ones I use. The ones that choose to be in the story being told. The colours of the wind, the late afternoon light, the ones that tell of the feeling of the cool of the evening after the heat of the day – stealing across the canvas to wrap their arms around and take me somewhere else. The colours of childhood and remembering. The clash of red and purple and the impossible blue of the shadow and tree. Pink sky and peach clouds. It is the way I see it. It is the way you see it with me.
Richard Claremont - artist. A peek into my studio. How I think. How I paint. How I run my art business. Bite sized daily chunks of goodness. Just me talking aloud, really. Join me for a chat over a cuppa.
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