I started painting in 2003 and I reckon I must have finished being a painter in the same year. I think it started as a bet with a friend after seeing some canvases on a market stall and me reckoning that I could do better. I wasn’t sure what direction to go in or how to develop things and stuff and … see I don’t even know what I’m talking about. I know more about commercial painting than art painting. I could wax lyrical about best glossing techniques and how to tackle the walls in your house but I haven’t got a clue when it comes to the arty painting stuff. Heck, back in 2003 I was about as far removed as I could be from being a full time artist.*
Anyway, I painted a few canvases here and there and gave them away to friends; partly because I didn’t feel that what I’d achieved was anything worth anything to anyone but me, but also because I only started painting for a bet. I kept this one back as a memento and it’s been floating around ever since.
I want to say School 1 is one of three pictures done in this style but I really can’t remember who has them or how many there are. As far as I’m concerned they’re just embarrassing little experiments which pinged into existence in 2003 and disappeared just as quickly. I know nothing about painting. I don’t know if this is any good or whether it should even be shared with you. I definitely wouldn’t consider putting this in an exhibition but for some reason I’ve kept this piece and I enjoy looking at it from time to time.
Luckily, someone else feels a certain something for this picture and I’ve just sold School 1 via my Artfinder shop. I’m overwhelmed because I felt so negatively towards my own ability with the paintbrush. It seems that my own lack of confidence and dysmorphic tendences towards my own abilities are unfounded. Maybe I should experiment again with paints with this more positive reference in mind.
*I was teaching Maths in a state school.