Martin Finnin
The One Who Left The Flock
The One Who Left The Flock
Oil on canvas I 30 x 25 cm
A single dark form stands apart, with a bright blue circle above it and green shapes below that hint at quiet growth. The textured hessian canvas adds a natural stillness to the image, giving the colours a softened, settled feel.
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Artwork Details
Oil on canvas
30 x 25 cm
2021
Signed on the front | signed and dated on the reverse
Framed
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The One Who Left The Flock
Each painting carries its own journey - here’s a glimpse of how this piece unfolded.
Small paintings can be elusive and stubborn, making it harder to trap whatever needs saying within such narrow confines. I often spend as much time with a small canvas as I do with a much larger one.
This piece was started in 2019 and carried with me through the long months of the lockdowns. I painted it in a makeshift studio at the back of the house, watching the garden shift through its seasons as I kept returning to the surface. Several times I ended up dipping a large brush in white spirits, wipe it all away completely, let it dry, and begin again. You’d want to be half-mad to keep doing this. Painting often feels pointless, until suddenly it doesn’t.
There’s a stillness in these works, a quietness born of that entire experience. The texture of the canvas became important too, another participant in the painting, carrying its own grain of time and weather.
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