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The Second wound to the heart was in Beaune, Cote D’Or in France and on the back of a mind-opening white wine experience. “Wake up!” I told myself. That ever-shimmering sense on my tongue was revealing to me how I needed to paint those peonies. I realised I would need to drive harder at my task to let that subtlety and shifting nuance come free to my work. I feel some good things have come from that. Lastly, I revisited a modest-sized work in the Louvre, The Astrologer by an old flame of mine, Johannes Vermeer, which was compelling for me. I felt visceral sensations of the sense of time moving around, articulated by the character of individual objects: the street outside the window, the amazing brocade cascading over the table, the celestial globe, the astrologer himself all bringing their own sense of time and coming together in some synchronised movement like a hand-crafted clock. Somehow this moment gave me the tip about how disparate elements can create their own worlds and coalesce into something linked – a landscape, a flower, a stream, a bowl and brush.
I feel these influential moments were with me as I made the paintings I am showing here.
Dean Home, 2021
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