This painting is one that took me long hours and many days to complete. All the varnishes and glitter also make it extremely difficult to photograph. Who sees it in real life gets a very different feel to it to those who see it on photo. Mostly because it is so huge, with all the different effects of light it has that it is impossible to photograph it without loosing its various effects. I even had a film crew here who to tried to film it but the result was far from flattering. This is a painting that breathes. It is a painting that needs to be looked at as one walks across the room . A painting that has to be seen from far and as you walk slowly closer and closer to it , it changes with you. Alas, I do not have such a big space to give it what it deserves so it is lying quietly in my studio.
But what is it about and how did it come along?
‘Sunrise’ is based on a model of Saint George, on our Maltese flag’s George Cross. It is meant to be a Maltese symbol, but as I worked along something changed. Saint George retained his knighthood, but he became the sun, and the dragon he was slaying turned into his incredible pet tiger and together , they take over the girl’s dreams waking her up, maybe from her nightmares, who knows. Only Maltese people who have slept on a beach on a hot summer day, and have experienced the hot sun rays of the early summer sun on their skin can maybe understand what this painting is really about. You know, when the sun is that hot that it burns into your skin like it’s got claws…
There is nothing more important for an artist than a sketchbook.To think I hated sketchbooks up until I graduated. I never was someone to keep a neat one especially because my ideas are so scattered and my love for large scale canvases has never really helped either.
Nowadays, I never execute a painting with some careful studies. It just is so helpful .
These are some of the images I have been working on this week . My new intergalactic
people, Astral travellers I meet during my travels at night.
When I was pregnant, I spent endless hours thinking about 2 things. The name I was going to give my son, and the books I was going to read to him. The thing about being in a strong and healthy relationship is the fact that certain decisions have to be made by both parents. So I couldn’t really have my way with his name, but maybe that was a good thing. On the other hand, the great thing about being in a strong healthy relationship is that parents divide their duties with their children and in this case, literature and education were left totally in my hands.
I spent hours looking for the best picture books with the best stories possible and out of everything, Where the Wild things are, just stood out in every sense. In my eyes, little Max causing mischief of all kinds, sent to bed without dinner, and then dreaming of becoming the king of the Wild things is just too perfect a way to describe a boy.To think that in all this book maybe has 10 sentences and that it is mostly made of pictures makes it even more powerful.
I never managed to find a wolf suit, but I did dress my baby as a wild little cuddly bear. I took some snaps when he was asleep but I drew his sleepy face whilst I was wearing him in the carrier. I really hope my son grows up to have an incredible imagination like Max. It would make his childhood magical.
And whilst I was drawing him, I kept repeating to myself…’I’ll eat you up I love you so’