Ian Warburton .New paintings

small bush and hedge. oil on canvas. 120x100 cms Showing at the Concrete Cube Gallery has been a good experience for me and now, having the catalogue to look at during times when I am not in my workspace has caused me to think hard about how these paintings are developing. I am erratic. I don't have a plan. I think that one thing is going to happen and then some other thing does. So in the course of making say, this painting and the one which follows it any sense of continuity disappears. There are parts that are new and ideas that have history. Recently, to add to my liking of Thomas Jones (1742-1803 ) I have been looking at Altdorfer ( 1480-1538 ). These might well shape some of the things I will be making over the next few months. Note: I have been told that it can be difficult to access other posts. Click on the site B in the orange square and see if that works.                               winter afternoon,...

                                                                column. oil on canvas 100x100cms  as an excuse for painting. I mean, I go into my painting room every day and make something over time that nobody wants and that, after some while, unless I photograph it, will disappear under another painting which in all likelihood will in its turn be erased by another. This is part of the process, the erasure and indeed the accretion of paint, the working of the surface is contributing to a place where the work can rest and I might learn something from what has happened. So I want to do it for the doing alone, for the experience of trying to give thinking tangible form. So, fifty years of painting so far and very few things to show for it. The work is there though and I must hope that there is still time to make something that...

                                                             oil on canvas 169x120cms  Which is, I think what all painters who base their work on ideas of landscape are wrestling with. There is a line in The Bright Field, a poem by R.S.Thomas which reads: I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field. It is a poem which alludes to the act of forgetting, of not paying attention to so common place an occurrence, and yet.. Of the many things that I think about when making a painting the act of making remains important. The application of the paint, the marks that are made with the painting tool, or the fingers, the turn of the wrist, the action of the arm. I am aware that I am building both an object and