An Obsessive Passion.

Binder-Twine at Bass Point

When does a subject become an obsessive preoccupation?  Sometimes I immerse myself in a subject so deeply that it is impossible to leave it alone, hammering away at it like a jack russell attached to my leg, only giving up when I have utterly exhausted all avenues of possibility.  Painting is a very sexy thing to do, and paint is a sensual medium to work with.  The process from the start to the end of a project can follow all the same patterns of an obsessive love, from the honeymoon period to the final break-up when you relinquish all attachment to your own created object of desire – with all the associated emotions of intensive highs and lows.   Anything can trigger an obsessive interest, even something as seemingly mundane as these bits of binder-twine that I found on the coastal path at Bass Point that a farmer has used to hold his rustic fencing together.

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