I’m continuing to experiment with colour and beginning to question a lot of things I have learnt so far. I always find learning very exciting even if there are often lots of difficulties to go with it! I have quite clear ideas of how I would like to develop my paintings, and I feel my recent changes are very much on course to a style of painting that is ‘me’, which I can only take as a good sign.
Well onto the important part-the cow! The title of the calf was the first thing that entered my head when I looked at it. Thanks to Jim for the reference.
When I first went to University up north and left the comfort of Yorkshire it was soon apparent that not many people knew what ‘mardy’ meant. So I guess that most people outside the UK wouldn’t have heard of it either? Well at the risk of being patronising to a few I will explain. It is something my mum and dad would call me when I was sulking or behaving childish. You know when you don’t give a child the sweets they want or they really want to go and play and you say no? Before the stamping of feet and slamming doors, they just might push their bottom lip out, trying their best to make contact with their chest. They are in a mardy!
