Sans Titre

An unexpected find, paint…a gallery in the French Alps at 1850m. A small colourful Sam Francis, I thought Twombly at first. Like a writer with a book or a composer with music, I deconstruct how it has been put together and then reconstruct the action of the marks, the layers and choice of colour, I step forward and back enjoying moments  and the whole.  It’s a language.

It takes me back to a previous adventure to Bratislava with artist Jenny Smy. A Francis retrospective on an island the shape of a ship in the middle of the River Danube. It took a train from Prague, Local bus, long hot walk and a chance taxi to get there. We had the place to ourselves, what fun.  THE DANUBIANA.