By Ursula Newell-Walker
Acrylic painting, 33cms wide x 43 cms high, framed size £175. Local delivery or Collection only.
Can be posted unframed, mounted, for a cost of £120. Please e-mail to enquire.
The bowl of flowers is a subject to which I often return. Cup your hands and you know the bowl’s shape—round, satisfying, sturdy. The flowers are not recognisable from those seen in many a garden border. Instead they express the explosion of growth after winter—joyful and alive.
For me these paintings have a stillness, too, where I can settle and be restored, before moving on to something else. I think they also do this for the viewer, and so are much beloved additions to favourite corners of the living space.
My work and life both reflect a constant interplay between several ‘worlds’. England/Australia; art-making/ ‘ordinary life’, the external and the inner worlds. These are just three thresholds or frontiers crossed frequently. You may have others? I consistently work along this ‘in-between zone’ and contend that my willingness and ability to do so brings to the work a depth, and edge of mystery, otherwise absent. Primarily, colour is used to explore my place in landscape, space and time, and, by implication, that of many another person. The things which currently pre-occupy me can never be entirely absent from my work; especially the hot COVID summer just past.
The starting point is often a place of importance to me or the play of light at a particular moment. As someone who has lived in many places much work has explored the process of moving and settling, of place and belonging. Now, having returned to my birthplace in Lancashire, at a key point in the nation’s decision-making about its place in the world, and its response to a pandemic, huge skies with fast-changing weather predominate. Something new is always moving in, exerting its influence, perhaps a solid drenching, and then passing through. For this reason, the paint is applied in a very physical way and the marks are bolder to convey the strength and robustness of the place and people of which I am now an intimate part.