lucy doyle

The Diary

2012-02-17T08:57:00.000-08:00

This painting is part of my solo show Rococo and is large 152x122cm oil painting.

This painting defies any specific story, apart from its title the Diary, and I am not a diary person, so there is no personal story behind this composition. This painting just evolved as part of the process of working on this collection of paintings, Rococo, now showing as my new solo exhibition at the Doorway Gallery, Dublin (www.thedoorwaygallery.com). This painting is made up of the elements that I have previously researched on for other paintings in this collection and past work. Therefore, the initial inspiration behind this painting would have been a generic theme of a reclining female form.

However, I do have more thoughts on this composition, as ever since my daughter ( who was doing her English literature degree course at the time) challenged me by pointedly enlightening me on the dangers of ‘scopophilia’ and subject matter, and which I had always known as ‘key-hole’ paintings, which describes the phrase so much better in painting terms. Basically in the visual sense of the word it is the rather ‘creepy’ past time of a peeping tom, voyeuristically spying on an unaware person at their business (usually a woman). Degas’ beautiful pastels of women at their toilette is one example in the painting world, that immediately comes to mind. And even though I love these works beyond words, the thought that the source behind them, would have any bearing on what I was setting out to achieve, horrified and appalled me, no, no, no not at all what I am about.

But it got me thinking, as to why my paintings where not like this. And I think it’s because, my female forms are just that; they are not portraits in the descriptive sense of the word, they are more like symbols of women, and they could be you or anyone, with a bit of an imaginative leap. They are also always engaged in existential activities like reading, thinking, writing and dreaming, and are just one of the component parts in my painted world, equal with that of say a vase of flowers or teapot. The way I use paint and my strong colour, is again not so much descriptive as tactile and sensory and therefore not illustrative or descriptive in a narrative sense.

Therefore I see my paintings as ‘tactile’ paintings. As Rothko writes in his ‘Artist’s Reality: Philosophies of Art”

‘that the goal of art is to express reality through plastic means not through description” He means by the word plastic the physical properties of the paint medium itself.

The Diary is therefore a painting about balance and fulfillment, self-contentment, and harmony, where in that one moment in time everything is right and pure. It describes a state, rather than a place. The painted cat and bird are engaged in the painted world creating a dialogue within the space, which helps to introduce the elements of companionship, interaction and movement. The cat also introduces the sense of touch that helps to enhance the tactile nature of my painting language.

The landscape outside, set centrally, gives the composition a strong shape and form in which to balance the objects within my 2 dimensional space, and also describes the outside world that links and yet contrasts with the interior, thus creating a ‘threshold painting’. This helps me recreate a sense of expansiveness to counteract any sense of claustrophobia that an enclosed room painted or otherwise might suggest.

The shoes and diary symbolize action within the painting, either happening or just happened, which helps create a sense of movement, without having to paint descriptive movement. I feel that descriptive or illusory painting is a very different type of painting, and one which I have almost entirely dis-engaged myself from.

Dod Procter Inspiration

2012-02-16T09:18:00.000-08:00

Dod Procter Sleeping Girl National Gallery of Ireland

Dod Procter (1892-1972) was a Newlyn painter living and working in Cornwall, and her Sleeping Girl, is in the collection at the National Gallery of Ireland. It has been a love affair with me, ever since I first set eyes on this painting, and every so often I go and pay my respects to this understated masterpiece . To me, it is such a magnificant painting, with it’s strength of composition, dexterity and skill: juxtaposed with the serenity of the sleeping girl and the quietness of the tonal painting-it is just breath-taking!

girl with kitten 71x71cm oil on canvas

garden shade 71x71cm oil on canvas

This painting has been very inspirational for me, and I have assimilated and incorporated it into a number of my compositions and drawings as can be seen here.

February Spotlight-Rococo Show

2012-02-01T02:23:00.000-08:00

Magenta Rhododendrums oil on canvas 92x76cm now showing as part of my new solo exhibtion 'Rococo' at the Doorway Gallery, Dublin 2.

It’s interesting to look back and identify the original source to an idea or inspiration. But reflecting on my choice for the ‘Rococo’ theme in this year’s solo show; I can source this idea back to more than 30 years ago, when I was just starting my degree course in painting back in 1979. It was in my second year at Sheffield, first year in the painting department. Along the department’s corridor was hanging past pupils work. One particular painting intrigued me; it was a large full length canvas of a woman in a long intricate patterned dress, in dry brushwork in pastel colours very like a Klimt on reflection. It was the beautiful quality of the almost pointillist dry brush marks that reminded me of the same tactile qualities of pastel crayon on paper. The canvas was left bare which was buff coloured linen. I was at this time using a lot of pastel crayon myself with my studio work and life drawing, so this painting encouraged me try and paint like I was drawing. If only I had the knowledge then that I have now, to realise that drawing and painting are completely different processes, and one doesnt necessarily lead to the other. Small steps!!

self portrait 30x20cm pastels 1979

So 30 years on, I now find I have this opportunity to explore these pastel colours again with ‘rococo’.

I am obviously always drawn to strong, impactful colours, so any subdued or subtle colours will always be countered in my work by its strong opposing counterpart, to be eventually dominated by my direct compositional devices and upfront perspectives, so maybe the paintings in Rococo is the nearest I’ll get to a delicate palette. But it’s these little twists and turns that I explore within my personal painting style, that keep the process fresh and continually exciting for me, and give each new exhibition a slightly different feel-factor.

Buddleia Globosa

2012-01-27T03:42:00.000-08:00

buddleia globosa 92x76cm oil on canvas

Buddleia Globosa oil on canvas 92x76cm now showing in my new solo exhibition Rococo at The Doorway Gallery, Dublin from 3rd February to the 1st March.

It was many years ago, while I was walking in Avondale gardens (Wicklow), which is Charles Steward Parnell’s old demesne, now owned and managed by Coilte that I came across this rather unusual flowering shrub, Buddleia Globosa. You could say that this 500 acre estate is a testament to one man’s vision, as around 150 years ago Parnell completely changed this part of Wicklow’s landscape by planting and creating a haven of intricate woodland walks mainly pine trees of every shape and form; from huge multi-trunked Cyprus trees, to towering redwoods. Even the common leylandii is given a place of its own here, in which it can be seen in all its surprising beauty.

Adjacent and opposite to the house itself there is a park- like swathe of grass, where shrubs and rhododendrons have been planted at the edges of towering stands of eucalyptus trees. Nearer the approach of the house, the shrubs become more low- forming and delicate, and it was here that the rather medieval- looking buddleia globosa grew. Why I say medieval, is that is has that old antique look about it, the colours are all based around yellow ochre like a complex gilded and embroidered Tudor tunic. The leaves are almost brassica like with lots of lichen olive green undulations, and mysterious soft pale undersides. The flowers are round and form in pairs or in threes, like berries. Globes of ochre green that slowly change to a warm delicious yellow orange, little residual leaves near the flowering brackets curl back on themselves and look so intricate and decorative against the cerulean blue of a clear sunny June day.

Like all Buddleias they seem to strike well from cuttings and somehow one little broken branch found itself transported back to my home and within a year was planted out and growing fast. Looking out now from my kitchen window I am looking at one of these selfsame shrubs, nothing much to look at now, I must confess, and it has to be dramatically cut back every 2^nd year or otherwise it becomes ungainly with unsightly woody bare branches. However, come April- May, I will be thinking to myself, maybe it’s time for another Buddleia Globosa painting. And I always seem to paint them with a strong Indian Yellow background that threatens to swamp and dominate any subtle painting that I might have achieved in the flower- clusters of the tiny sunny florets that make up the characteristic round head. But I can’t help myself, I think they are just the embodiment of happiness; to me they represent the sun, and I use them to celebrate the colour yellow, particularly that Indian yellow that has more than a hint of red about it.

Buddleia Globosa oil on board 2006

Lucy Doyle preview to Rococo exhibition

2012-01-20T01:41:00.000-08:00

Rococo Sisters

2012-01-13T01:09:00.000-08:00

Rococo Sisters oil on canvas 152x152cm, is the largest painting in my new solo exhibition “Rococo”. The show is about to open on the 3^rd February and runs throughout February into March at The Doorway Gallery, 24 South Frederick Street Dublin 2.

Image source: Traditional Indian Textiles by John Gillow and Nicholas Barnard

The idea for this painting came about many years ago when I first came across this photograph, of 3 women sat together, in my Traditional Indian Textile book, that I often refer to for inspiration. I always thought of these Bengali women as sisters, they are so enigmatic and beautiful, with all of their finery merging together as a single unit. For many years I have tried to paint a composition with 3 seated figures connected, yet in context with their surroundings, and Rococo gave me such an opportunity. When I was collecting research material for Rococo, I came across this film still of the Marie Antionette cast on set, and immediately my Indian ladies were recalled to mind.

I have included some working drawings from my sketch book, that show how I worked out this composition, the actual specific details and actual colour combinations would have been worked out on the finished painting, a scary thought I know! A bit like diving head first into cold water, except in this case, its preferable to keep the eyes open!!

Dream or Sleep that is the question!

2012-01-06T05:09:00.000-08:00

Here are some pages taken from my working sketch book, just to give you an idea of how I go about conceiving the idea of a painting and how that manifests itself into the finished article.

I adore Picasso’s’ The Dream’, his patterning in this painting, is so jazzy and energetic, in opposition to the passivity of the sleeping figure. This suggests to me that all that latent energy behind that sleeping face, has found expression in the decorative elements of the composition. A clever visual device to illustrate something so complex as a dream.

From my sketches you can see that I was trying to compose my own’ Dream’ composition, with a format similar to Picasso’s. But I couldn’t quite work out how I was going to make the background dominate the figure in the chair, that would suggest a more Dream-like element. So it kept feeling like a ‘Sleep’ theme which to me is very different and not what I was setting out to achieve. Then I was talking to a friend who was telling me about her planned day’s vacation after months of exhausting work, that had left her very frayed at the edges. She was planning to book into a hotel for a day (on her own of course) and spend the day in bed with all her favorite books around her; tea and meals to be eaten in bed and no one to disturb her; just the pure luxury of’ time out’ for one day. Once this vision got into my head it took over my original idea for formatting my composition, and instead, it evolved into a bird’s eye view of a figure on a bed with her chosen objects around her. I drew and painted a full size sketch for the finished painting which I forgot to photograph and has since been over-painted with a new idea for a new painting, but this would have looked very much like the painting itself.

I hope this to goes someway to help understand how I go about energizing and motivating myself into the painting process. I think it goes to show that this process is sometimes only just that; just a means to an end; rather than an essential part of the finished product.

Now my only problem left, is what to call this finished painting, as I want to call it 'Dream' but somehow it's still suggesting 'Sleep' to me!!

122x122cm oil on canvas

January Spotlight-Persephone Collection

2012-01-03T03:07:00.000-08:00

Day Dreaming 92x76cm oil on canvas

It seems a little perverse to talk about the exhibition I had back in spring 2010, when I am just about to open my new solo show next month, but I think its because of all the obvious contrasts between the two that has made me mindfull of what I was trying to achieve with ‘Persephone’.

The rather tragic figure of Persephone, who divides her time between the two people who love her most, ie. Hades ruler of the underworld and Demeter goddess of summer, is all ancient history. But it is a very human and visual way to describe the seasons, and 2009 was a cold year here in Ireland, with lots of snow and ice that transformed the green and browns of my immediate surroundings to inspiring sepias, umbers and the glearing glinting light of snow. All this, along with the desire, once and for all, to try and nail white as a colour, was my background thinking to this collection of paintings. I know, I know, white is never described as a colour, we are all taught that white reflects back to us all the colours in the spectrum, but to me, as a colourist painter it is a colour. Infact white paint is so impactful and dominant when used in a block, that I have never used it as part of my palette, in the same way that I would use say, cadmium red, or cerulean blue, until that is before Persephone.

How I went about this was to use burnt sienna as a ground, which subdues the glaring white canvas down to the effect of an autumnal forest floor. White seems to love this contrasting bed fellow and coupled with my subject matter of snow sprinkled gardenscapes, bare silver birch trunks, crisp white linen tablecloths and white chrysanthemums I was away, and white is now my new colour.

But it is only now that I feel happy to talk about WHITE. As anyone knows, living in my part of the world, last year’s winter was even more extreme than 2009, and winter 2010 made most people’s lives here, hard and a little bit miserable. So I have been slightly thwarted in my new love for white, as until now it has been a tabou subject, white equals snow and ice and we would rather not allude to it thank you very much. But hey, it’s the new year now and so far we have had nothing what so ever that looks like the S… word, so we can all breathe a sigh of relief and know that the days are now getting longer, so whatever is thrown at us weather-wise, spring is almost round the corner.

‘Day Dreaming’ really encapsulates all that I wanted to achieve in this collection, as I have here, all the familiar characteristics of what I know makes up a good painting. It is balanced and timeless, quiet and contemplative. The interactions between the figure and the vase of flowers creates the illusion to space but still pays homage to the frontal picture plane, the outdoor landscape through the window, helps creates the concept of a ‘threshold painting’ ie, a domestic scene that represents expansion and development of the internal space, rather than entrapment and claustrophobia. The half eaten apple is a nod to the theme of Persephone eating the pomegranate seeds, so sealing her fate to live 4 months of the year with her abductor. The vintage wallpaper behind her head of birds and pomegranates, represents life and growth, and her internal thoughts of hope and excitement of a change of season.

Still life with yellow chrysanthemums 76x92cm, oil on canvas (now at Wimbledon Fine Arts, London)

Another favourite painting of mine from the Persephone collection is ‘Still life with yellow chrysanthemums’, for me it is very balanced compositionally and it has a strong feeling of ‘right-ness’ when I look at it. Here white is used as a colour and works as a colour but is so impactful that it also works as an emotion. It is so reflective that when I look at it, I start to think of strong sunshine, then the strong red earths of the pottery and the warm oranges and yellows transports me to the beautiful still life paintings of the 18^th century Spanish painter Melendez. That’s what I love about looking at paintings, is all the visual references that keep art history alive for ever and permanently present; whether it’s an ancient wall painting or a smile on one of Raphael’s Madonnas, visual art is a living and evolving language, and touches all of us.

Luis Melendez Still life with Salmon, Lemon and Kitchen Utensils 41x62cm

December Spotlight-Mitsouko and Rouge

2011-12-19T02:12:00.000-08:00

Mitsouko and Rouge oil on canvas 92x76cm

This painting which I still have at home( as I am always making small adjustments here and there), seems to be an occurring theme of mine. A female figure looking in a mirror at her dressing table. It’s just something that hits a note of recognition and empathy within me, and spending some time thinking about its source; of course I do know its origins. I think we all have role models and heros as young children; adults in our lives that influence us, both negatively and positively. I feel that we are all very selective in what we want to extrapolate from experiences, and I have certainly done that in my life. I used to watch captivated as my gran would” put on her face” every morning in front of her 3 sided dressing table mirror, with her silver backed hair brushes, pots of rouge and face powder. Dabs of foundation were applied with a formulaic dexterity; pouting to receive the strong application of colour which she then carefully toned down by positioning a tissue between her rubied lips. She used to let us sit there for a while( or maybe I just sneaked back when she was otherwise occupied, selective memory again), excitedly opening perfumed pots and using the fairy tale hair brushes. But what a shock to look in that 3-sided mirror, and to gaze at the strange side profile that was undeniably me, but not a me I had seen before, such visual adventures and discoveries that have imprinted and remained with me still.

Another very influential women of my past was an aunt, she was so bohemian and cool. Her house smelt of rush matting, garlicy continental cooking and Guerlain’s Mitsouko perfume. I re-lived these childhood memories of visiting my cousin’s house, by buying a bottle of this perfume about 15 years ago. And it completely delivered on every count, I so love this perfume. Mitsouko and Rouge is a tribute painting to all those strong actualized women that somehow managed to create their own very personal imprint by changing the atmosphere around them, simply by celebrating and delighting in their womanhood.

Dressing Table 92x76cm oil on canvas Alizarin exhibition 2006

November Spot-light on 'Firelight"

2011-11-04T03:17:00.000-07:00

Apart for the brief 10 days or so when this painting ‘Firelight’ was exhibited as part of my solo show at Adam’s in October 2005, it has been a permanent fixture in my sitting room.

It’s large painting 122x92cm oil on canvas, and depicts 2 female figures playing chess infront of an open fire. This painting for me is all about composition. It’s the second painting that I did with this subject matter, the first ‘Firelight’ was in a square format and finished with the top of the fire surround, so this was the second composition and a lot more contrived as a result. I am not always so obviously aware of picture construction as I was with this one, but for this reason I can genuinely discuss the buildup of this painting, without any worries that I am reinventing after the event, as after all painting is a dynamic process where a lot of the decision making happens in the moment of the paint hitting the canvas and all previous ideas and concepts get sidelined in the pure action of the front line of painting.

For me the centre of a painting is where the eye naturally first rests, so here I have intentionally taken advantage of this phenomena and placed all the action centrally. This, I feel, creates more perceived energy within the painting and heightens the sense of visual drama for the viewer. So from the top of the painting in central position I set the clock, which I use in an obvious way, simply to help define the moment, a way of illustrating time in a pictorial way, which in turn, helps to illustrate that snapshot moment when a memory is retained, captured and treasured. Then the eye moves down to the dynamic flames in the hearth, and then onto to the middle of the chess board, where a game is in progress. All the attention from the figures is focused on the chess board, where one is about to move a piece. I then shift the emphasis away from the central action, and direct the eye around all the areas of the canvas by using compositional devices of either mirror imagining paired objects (as in the figurines on the mantelpiece), or obvious diagonals transecting the central line, as in the wood grain of the table. This helps to direct the viewer’s eye outwards to all corners of the canvas. Hopefully giving the painting a sense of balance like weighing scales.

On hind-sight, this painting brings to mind, for me, that effect of when you scatter random blobs of wet paint on one side of a piece of paper , then fold in on itself and press, to then open out and reveal a complete balanced integral shape like a butterfly. There is something very satisfying and calming about this form of symmetry, it feels so right to look at, like some primal patterning that represents the origins of life.

The reference points for this painting, would be Matisse’s ‘The painter’s family’, which I have known and loved so well all my painting life, and which he painted in 1911. There are such obvious links here with my ‘Firelight’, as can be seen with the central fireplace and the intimate feel factor of Matisse’s sons playing out the action of the game across the chequered board. Matisse so cleverly uses hot reds and warm earths in his palette (more reminiscent of Vuillard’s work) to reinforce and heighten the depiction of warmth and intimacy of the family scene. On a more personal note, ‘Firelight’ is a homage painting to TCD’s senior common room as it was in the 1980-90’s. On the few occasions that I visited this area of the common room, there was always a fire blazing in the grate, newspapers ready to be read, well-worn leather armchairs, chess tables with games half played out, walls lined with glass fronted bookcases, and the ticking of a clock, with a scattering of Persian rugs criss-crossing over the coir matting, with their jewel like colours of cadmium reds and viridian greens. For me, that room had that timeless elegant appeal of Georgian functionality.

'The Painter's Family' Henri Matisse 1911

October Spotlight- The Bowl of Milk

2011-10-24T07:49:00.000-07:00

The Bowl of Milk oil on canvas 122x92cm

The idea for this painting came from Bonnard’s masterpiece of the same name, which I have always loved and greatly admired spending many hours poured over the image in books. When I looked around the Tate modern in London in 2008, I came across Bonnard’s Bowl of Milk suddenly, and it was like bumping into an old friend, that sense of sheer joy of recognition still lives with me today.

Bonnard conceived his painting, during a restless night when he couldn’t sleep. He had friends staying over, and on entering his moon-bathed kitchen, he surprised his lady guest about to give the cat a bowl of milk. She was wearing a long pink nightdress and she and the whole room was bathed in moonlight that was flooding through the window. How intoxicating is that?

My composition evolved slowly and though I painted it in 2009 for the Pastoral Collection it was never exhibited as I was still living with it and working on some unresolved areas. It’s now one of my favourite paintings, as it is both atmospheric and balanced yet visually complex and challenging to look at.

This painting has recently been sent to my new London gallery The Russell Gallery in Putney, and will be exhibited in their upcoming Christmas group show .

Pierre Bonnard The Bowl of Milk oil on canvas 116.2x121.6cm, Tate Gallery, London

Picture This

2011-10-22T06:41:00.000-07:00

Clearing through the muddles in my studio the other day, I came across a couple of torn out pages from a 1999 november issue of the vogue. It was an interview with the artist Gary Hume, that I found great empathy with at the time and still quote from to this day. His words still resonate with me in particular his description of how he eventually freed himself from the shackles of the art establishment and the weight of all that art history, by seeing himself primarily as a creator of pictures rather than paintings. This new mindset freed up his former frustrations and creative block and enabled him to work in a productive and positive way. From that moment on he never looked back and his inspiration was self generating and sustainable.

I know it doesn’t sound much, but sometimes a sideways look at a problem that’s stopping your progress, can be the difference between staying static , too frightened of really exploring your chosen path; or getting over that self-inflicted obstacle, and going forward along the rewarding path of personal development in search of your own personal truth whatever that might be.

Picture This an interview with Gary Hume by Andrew Graham-Dixon, Vogue Nov. 1999.

“The very reasons that painting’s thought to be dead are the reasons I love it. It’s very old. It’s very simple. It’s very direct. It’s very primitive.” Gary Hume, who is himself a kind of knowing, modern primitive, is sitting in the kitchen-cum-dining-cum-living-room of his studio, a converted warehouse in

Hoxton Square

in East London, where he has lived and worked for the last ten years. Stubble-cheeked and self-possessed, he wears a white T-shirt and jeans spattered with paint - sticky drips of the standard household gloss which he has used, from the very start of his career, in preference to Old Masterly oils. The most conspicuous feature of the room is an amazingly pink curved sofa, like a stuck-out tongue.

If painters are, as some believe, an endangered species, then Hume for one is not going quietly. At 37 he is both the most prominent and the most active - manically active, some might say - English painter of his generation. He represented

Britain

in June of this year at the Venice Biennale. In August he exhibited new works in a one-man show at the Edinburgh Festival. This winter (26 November-23 January) he will be showing even more new work, in yet another one-man show, this time at the Whitechapel Gallery. Having experienced more than his fair share of creative block and crisis in the past, these days it seems that Hume can’t stop painting. “At the moment it’s as if my work is feeding off itself - there’s this weird parasitic feeding going on. Each time I paint a picture I can see another whole one in a small part of it, so I go on and paint that.”

The pictures in question are large, bright, elegant and frequently disconcerting, not least in their incorrigible variousness. The subjects of this prolific, unpredictable artist have included birds, snowmen, fashion models, minor celebrities and rabbits. He is currently painting a series of pictures of angels because he likes the idea of “imagining an angel looking”. He says this with a solemn child-like seriousness that brings to mind that other English seer and painter of mystic visions, William Blake, who once saw a tree full of angels on a bit of scrubland near Peckham. Hume is self-confessedly inconsistent, eccentric, playful and elusive. He is also one of the very few genuinely fashionable painters to have emerged in

Britain

since the 1960s. His most arrestingly odd pictures, including a portrait of Tony Blackburn metamorphosing into a four-leaved clover and another of Kate Moss, her face rendered as an anonymous disc of burnished metal, have insinuated themselves into the fabric of modern life. Such images have escaped the ghetto of contemporary art and entered the contemporary world. In doing so, they have acquired the rare quality of unavoidability. Almost everyone has seen them, or images derived from them, somewhere at some time.

But while Gary Hume is, it would seem, the pre-eminent Painter of Now, he is also an enigma. His unprecedentedly shiny paintings are mirrors in which it is evident that something which touches modern sensibilities has been caught and reflected. Yet just what that something might be is open to question - and it is an odd but incontrovertible fact that even Hume’s most enthusiastic supporters seem quite unable to agree about the significance of his work. Indeed, they seem unable even to agree about its nature. Bryan Robertson, the sharp-eyed author and curator who organised the first Rothko and Jackson Pollock exhibitions in this country, back in the late 1950s, acclaims Hume as “the real thing” and says that “I believe he is essentially an abstract painter for whom a degree of figurative imagery provides a crucial trigger”. The New York-based art critic Lisa Liebmann, on the other hand, argues precisely the opposite: “despite the flirtation with abstraction, he appears at heart a figurative artist.” Liebmann adds that “there remains the matter of what Hume’s work is about” - a subject on which, like so many other critics and commentators to have been seduced by Hume’s work, she remains unhelpfully silent.

Talking to Gary Hume, the enigma himself, can feel a little like interviewing the Sphinx. He has a tendency to answer questions with riddles of his own or with statements of a poetic but gnomic kind. On the figurative/abstract question, as raised by Liebmann and Robertson, he simply declares it “a meaningless distinction of the kind critics sometimes make”, implying (and he is surely right) that all painters are essentially amphibian in this respect. He also says that he does not terribly like to talk about his pictures and what they mean. “I find it very difficult to talk about what I do, and about what other artists are doing, at the moment. Everybody is doing something, and everybody is doing something different, and what is art anyway? I don’t know what the value of it all is. I’d prefer not to talk about my art at all in a way, because it’s too scary - it might be rubbish, and you might say it, and I’d have to believe you.” Just as he has developed a number of different modes of painting, so too in conversation he seems similarly discontinuous and changeable. He oscillates between a disarming, almost embarrassing openness about his aims - “I want to paint something that’s gorgeous, something that’s perfect, so that it’s full of sadness” - to a cloaked and mildly self-ironising taciturnity. Having managed the rare feat of achieving fame and success as a painter, without anyone pinning him down, he is not about to give himself away now.

This does not come across as a conscious strategy of self-concealment, but as an attempt to keep his confidence intact (nothing is more important to an artist as Matisse remarked, than his self-esteem) and, simultaneously, to stay true to the nature of what he makes. Hume conveys the impression that talking about the meanings of his paintings misses the point of them, somehow - that in trying to say what a picture is about, a risk might be run of destroying or at least damaging the thing itself. He suggests that what his paintings mean actually has very little meaning for him, in the end - that he does not think in those terms and that they aren’t really, in the end, about anything at all, but are attempts to capture what he cares about, which might be an image or a thought or a feeling (or a bit of each, mixed together). Asked if he paints to express himself, to explore himself, to find himself or to avoid himself, he answers no to all of the above. “I paint to try and recognise myself”.

Hume’s pictures of animals - originally derived, like most of his works, from magazine and textbook images traced, projected, repainted and otherwise rearranged - are perhaps the epitome of this oblique and nervy enterprise, this attempt to find a way to catch parts of the self that cannot easily be articulated. Rescued from banality by his edgy, cloisonne compositions and dissonant palette, Hume’s Blackbird, or his several Rabbit paintings, seem like double-distanced versions of the self-portrait genre. The blackbird, poised on a snowy twig, against a mass of abstract foliage, with its single beady round eye, could be about to give song or take flight. The dumb creature, perpetuated in art, has acquired another form of eloquence. It is as if, in picturing it, what Hume was really after was the picturing of a feeling: a kind of wary, melancholy, self-reliant solitariness, the solitariness of the artist in his studio, even.

Poised and consummately art-directed into what can seem, at first sight, like a form of affectless cool, many of Hume’s paintings actually make an old-fashioned appeal to humanity. They may encapsulate what has often been thought or felt but do so in new and arresting ways, placing an uncommon slant on common experiences or perceptions. Faceless Kate looks like a reflection on fame and how the glamour it confers is so often accompanied by a sense of distance, both from the self and others. The so-called Water Paintings on which the artist has been working this year are layered images of female nudes, drawn in a cursive line, one superimposed on another. Looking at them is like looking back in time, like remembering old friends and lovers, or of confusing memories with fantasies. They have the iconic quality of some Pop Art, Hume’s idealised, emblematic nudes, but the effect of the pictures is less brash and upfront than much Pop: this is painting as reverie rather than billboard. At a time when much modern art gives the impression that it was designed primarily for the approbation of an in-crowd, Hume’s pictures are unusually approachable, and he has done much to dispel the prevalent popular conception of modern painting as a rather obscure and specialised activity.

Although Hume will not himself be drawn to comment on others’ interpretations of his work, he is happy that people should want to interpret it. “When a painting’s finished it has to have room in it, a space for other people to inhabit. I don’t paint narrative pictures, pictures with a definite story to them, because it’s too limiting, too closed-down.” Thinking out loud about this, he wonders why it is that he should nevertheless love the paintings of Hogarth, the English narrative painter par excellence. He concludes that “Hogarth could paint great narrative pictures because he was always looking out at others, whereas I only ever look into myself. He could do it and I can’t. If I painted narrative pictures it would be hideous, like playing a tape of myself back to myself.”

Self-recognition is alright, in other words, but self-indulgence is out. There will be no messy autobiography, no expressionistic heroics. Hume is a painter who sets out to snare his own thoughts and emotions on the wing, before they’ve settled, and to present them, mediated, in the guise of images of other things. Distance is important to him. “If I can make a picture so it’s like when you focus off into the distance, and you’re thinking - if the painting can be like that I can bear looking at it.”

If Hume has striven for anything, over the years, it is a lightness of touch and attitude. He found his freedom, as a painter, he says, when he disburdened himself of heavyweight art historical ambitions - a moment symbolised for him by his decision to stop thinking of his works as “paintings” and start calling them “pictures” instead. “I realised that it’s pictures, it’s pictures that I like. I love the phrase ‘Picture this’, and that’s basically what I try and do, I try to picture it. Earlier in my life, when I thought that what I was doing was making paintings - when I described them as paintings - I felt I had the whole history of painting to worry about, and how they were going to sit within that. But as soon as I called them pictures, because there are so many millions of pictures in the world, because it’s a category that includes almost everything, the field was so big that I felt free again. It was a completely liberating false construct, but one that I needed at the time, just to allow myself to do things.”

Hume’s “paintings” became “pictures” during the early 1990s, when he completed what was seen, by many close to him at the time, as a near suicidal volte-face. Having graduated from Goldsmiths’ School of Art in 1988, he had come to prominence - together with such close contemporaries as Damien Hirst, Fiona Rae and Rachel Whiteread - almost dangerously early in his career. He had an influential and dynamic young dealer, Karsten Schubert, and his paintings were being avidly collected by Charles Saatchi and other leading connoisseurs of the cool art of the time. He was painting what promised to be an infinitely extensible series of pictures which looked abstract at first glance but which were all, in fact, based on the shapes and designs of the doors to be found in hospitals, with their portholes and kickplates. Hume’s paintings then epitomised a certain type of chic but glum postmodernism, being works which seemed to declare that modern art was itself in the terminal ward, that it had come up against a blank and closed door beyond which lay only the yet blanker condition of death. To perfect these exemplary parodies of modern painting, and to exonerate himself from even the slightest suspicion of tastefulness, Hume even got his friends to select the colours they were painted in (they were very beautiful, for all that, bearing out the general rule that almost every Minimalist or Conceptualist is a closet aesthete).

Hume’s pictures were all the rage, circa 1990-91, and a long and profitable future turning out increasingly honed variations on the nihilistic and polyvalently portentous theme of the Closed Door seemed to lie in wait for their creator. But the trouble was that Hume had grown disillusioned with his own disillusionment. The titles of his paintings became ever-increasingly acerbic (a picture bitterly called More Fucking Values marked a watershed) and then he simply stopped painting them altogether. Instead, he made a short movie - “a serious funny film” - with the self-hating title Me as King Cnut (sic). Hume played the starring role, sitting in an overflowing bathtub, fully clothed, wearing a cardboard Burger King crown and trying to tell a joke without ever reaching the punchline. After a minute of bathos, the film abruptly ends. Having thus not so much disowned as dismembered his own artistic persona, the artist found that his dealer had dropped him and he suddenly became poor.

He thought of making more films but, having already worked for a while in documentary television, he realised that he was not cut out for any form of collaborative work. He had worked his way up to the position of assistant film editor in his early twenties, shortly before applying for art school - “but I used to argue with the directors and producers all the time, because I hated the way they twisted the material for the sake of ratings.” So, having made a King Cnut of himself he abandoned film and returned to paint. His only rule was that he must paint the things that he cared about, and he has been doing it ever since.

Hume describes his abandonment of a winning formula, not as an act of heroism or bravado, but simply as an inevitability. At Goldsmiths, he recalls he had been taught to believe that “you have to justify your practice as an artist with an idea that is reasonably intelligent and cohesive. But I suddenly found that I didn’t have any ideas that were either intelligent or cohesive.” He still has not found a rationale for the work he is doing, but says that in a lot of ways he feels richer rather than poorer for not having one. He says he found the experience of creative crisis “liberating, but very nude-making.”

Despite apparently turning his back on his own past, certain elements of continuity seem to have run through all that Hume has done. He has continued to work with gloss, which he originally adopted for his door paintings for the straightforward reason that “doors are generally painted in gloss, so I felt a picture of a door should be done in the same material”. But over they years he has grown to like it for other reasons too. “It’s like a liquid gone solid and being a wet paint that sets, it stays fluid and it reflects light. Because I don’t paint the illusion of light, because I don’t pretend light, it’s really important that there should be light in it somehow. It also creates different levels of looking, so you see the picture and then, as you are looking further into it, suddenly you see yourself reflected, and then you see further behind yourself, and then you go back to the surface of the painting, the material, once again - it’s quite nice, all these small spatial leaps that you can make when looking at reflections. I enjoy them, anyway, because there’s nothing I enjoy more than looking.”

Hume remains, as his earlier work declared him to be, something of an iconoclast - still a painter who likes to have a go at his elders every now and then. Two years ago he painted a strikingly absurd portrait of Francis Bacon in brownface, as if he were wearing a mudpack or an ill-fitting balaclava, with a few strands of bright pink hair protruding from his cranium, with winking mascaraed eyes and wearing bright mauve lipstick. This weird, tragi-comic invention was an attempt, perhaps, to cut the most ogre-like of British contemporary art’s founding fathers down to size, but for all its camp, clownish absurdity it was also a compassionate, perceptive picture, in its way - a genuine portrait, in the sense that it captures some of Bacon’s own masochism and self-hatred. It is also a picture which seems to encapsulate Hume’s uneasy relationship with father figures in general. This may have something to do with the fact that he never knew his own father. He was brought up, single-handed, by his mother, the manageress of an NHS surgery, in the village of Tenterden, in

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. “I was always stroppy at school - too stroppy to be a good student,” he recalls, “and I think one of the reasons I became an artist was to avoid the authority figures that I just couldn’t get on with.”

His aversion to those who would organise him or boss him about was brought home to Hume with renewed force recently when he took Joe, his 13-year-old son, on a weekend of mock-military manoeuvres. “Paintballing, they call it, because instead of bullets you fire these pellets of paint. I think it is probably the most hideous thing in the world. There were two men who wanted to organise everybody, because it is a kind of military thing, and somebody has to make the decisions. So I’m sat there, not really enjoying it, and hurting, because the effing things hurt when they hit you, with these great bruises on me, and I’m watching these two men getting taller and taller, and speaking louder and louder, and then I notice that they’ve started speaking to each other with their hands behind their backs now, as they’re organising all these kids to go into this maelstrom of paint - and I’m sat there thinking ‘Oh my God, this must be what it is like in a real war - these idiots are going to send me to my death in a minute.’ Which they did, of course. Thank God it was only paint. What a nightmare. So, um, no authority figures.”

Working in his own maelstrom of paint, away from the authority figures, painting his nudes and his angels, his men with funny faces and his animals, Hume comes across as less of an angry young man than he once did. “I used to be hard-edged and now I’m woolly,” he says. “But I don’t mind.” He seems grateful for his current glut of ideas for pictures and infused with a fresh sense of painting as a field filled with possibilities. He has discovered a deep attachment, he says, to medieval art: “I don’t know any of the names of the artists, I’m no good at that sort of thing, but it’s definitely my favourite period of art. I love the way they paint things like necks. I love they way that they paint pain, they do suffering so brilliantly.” This might seem an unlikely affinity, but it has a certain logic to it, and it leads him back to where the conversation began - his love of picture-making and of painting as a medium, his love of the simplicity of an image made by a man using his eyes and his hands and some wet stuff on the end of a stick.

“One of my favourite realisations came to me recently when I had to give a lecture about my work to all these rather terrifying ladies at the Guggenheim Museum in New York. I was very embarrassed and nervous, and I said that the first thing you have to remember is that they all start off with nothing on them at all - and that seemed to me like the real point, that seemed to me to be all they really needed to know. It sounds obvious, but one of them came up to me afterwards, I remember, and she said she wanted to thank me. She said she felt very stupid, but she had got so used to thinking about art in critical, intellectual terms that she had actually forgotten that pictures start off empty. For me, that, basically, is the process, at all times. You start off with nothing and you try not to ruin it.”

The above interview is by Andrew Graham-Dixon and can be found on his website..

September Spotlight-Peeling Apples

2011-09-09T06:50:00.001-07:00

September is the start of the apple season.

Trying to get the peel off in one go, just for that lucky wish produces that long spiraling shape with the characteristic little round ends that Metsu paints so well in his A Maid peeling Apples, a painting that I encountered when the National Gallery of Ireland put on the fabulously curated major Metsu exhibition in 2010.

I just loved the way this 17^th century Dutch painter arranged his space and the devices he so cleverly invented to create his uniquely cohesive compositions.

Metsu often places his main figures dominating the foreground, in this case three quarters of the woman is shown, the basket on her lap filling the bottom right of the canvas, the table with a still life on her left and the glimpse of a grid- like chair to the woman’s right. I repeated all these elements in my composition of Peeling Apples and my woman also has a red top, my still life on the table is a nod to those beautiful earthy Dutch Still lifes that honor earthenware pottery and kitchen interiors so well. Metsu’s backgrounds intrigue me so much, in that he too flattens his distances bringing them to the frontal plane with his verticals and right angle preferences. However he often uses monochromes to paint his backgrounds which help to focus on the main action of the figures and objects to the foreground. I use the same weight and depth of colour for my backgrounds as I do for my foregrounds which helps to bring all my values within my composition to the same level and reinforces the frontal plane in a modernist approach to picture making.

It was so wonderfully surprising to get so much useable compositional tuition from this master who was working so many hundreds of years ago.

Hopefully I have produced in my painting a cohesive and balanced composition full of lipstick colours and sumptuous textures, a domestic kitchen scene in all the good and nurturing sense of the word; where good food is produced and eaten and all is respected.

My peeling apples is currently on show at The Doorway Gallery www.thedoorwaygallery.com in Dublin’s city centre, just around the corner from the Kilkenny Design Centre off Nassau Street.

August Spotlight-Autumn Composition

2011-08-04T12:33:00.000-07:00

The spotlight this month is on ‘Autumn Composition’ from the Tapestry collection 2011 122cmx122cm oil on canvas, and is currently on show and available through The Doorway Gallery, Frederick Street South (off Nassau Street) Dublin 2.

I started painting this composition late last August. I was inspired by a glut of courgette plants in the garden. With the vibrant green and cream stripes of the fruits, striking foliage and beautiful soft buttery yellow flowers, they were just begging to be painted. So I struck out into the garden armed with a pair of secateurs and determination to see what else I could find in and around my immediate surroundings. My garden isn’t at its best at this time of year, when it comes down to picking flowers, spring is the best time of year here, and if it wasn’t for the ripe red rowan berries and the fushias in the hedgerows there wouldn’t be too much for my palette knife to get excited about. However I did find some light magenta mallow flowers, some acid yellow flowering fennel, my much loved rose of Sharon and some jazzy dahlias that I pilfered from the tubs around the house.

So this was going to be a kitchen interior, with a theme based around the table, a cookery book is open on the table. Cookery books have always held a fascination for me all my life from my early childhood in the 60’s, there was one such cookery paperback and I am sure it was an Elizabeth David, it was illustrated on the front and back with a lined black drawing, on a deep pink background, of a set table laden with good food and drink, with people sat down ready to tuck in, and on the back was the same table after everyone had eaten their fill and had departed leaving a cat on one of the chairs. Maybe I mis remember it all and I have trawled the internet for it but to no avail. However it still lives with me and I always think of it when I paint food on tables.

In ‘Autumn Compostion’ the yellow and magenta cat makes eye contact with the viewer, so pulling the eye to the back of the painting and so to the up ended rug which dominates the background with its woven complimentary colours of blues, greens and pinks, that help to enhance and intensify the main dominant cadmium orange of the table, to intentionally create even more impact.

It turned out to be quite a challenging painting to get balanced and the cups went through a few colour changes before I settled on the rich warm earth brown that they are.

So I am pleased with this painting, as it has a sunny, uplifting effect on the senses, yet is balanced and intricate enough in its content to give back a lot of visual entertainment to the viewer.

How to tighten my canvases

2011-07-31T06:40:00.000-07:00

This weekend I filmed a video with the help of my daughter Rebecca of Sparrow & Gray. A simple solution to a loose canvas is to tighten it with wedges. In the video above I show you step by step how to do this. My canvases are sourced from Millikens Bros, a Northern Irish company that makes bespoke and very high quality canvases.

The Reader now available at The Doorway Gallery, Dublin

2011-06-15T11:33:00.000-07:00

The Reader 122x152cm oil on canvas

Summer show at The Doorway Gallery, Dublin 2

2011-05-26T01:38:00.000-07:00

august composition 122x122cm oil on canvas

Pat Kenny at Doorway Gallery Opening

2011-03-28T14:14:00.000-07:00

Opening of the Doorway Gallery, Dublin by RTE presenter Pat Kenny.

Thanks to Inky Wrists

Pat Kenny and Lucy Doyle at Doorway Gallery Dublin

2011-03-27T12:23:00.000-07:00

Denise Donnelly, Pat kenny and Lucy Doyle

Thursday 24th March was the official launch of the Doorway Gallery on South Frederick Street as well as Padraig Mc Caul's solo show "Sentinels". The night was a great success with plenty of people in the gallery. RTE's Pat Kenny opened the gallery with an excellent and entertaining speech.

New Paintings New Gallery

2011-03-12T05:55:00.000-08:00

Mount Usher Gardens 61x71cm oil on canvas

Denise Donnelly (formerly owner of the Bad Art Gallery, Dublin and Deirdre O'Connell (formerly owner of the Bridge Gallery, Ormond Quay ) have joined forces and set up the new Doorway Gallery in the bustling city centre of South Frederick Street Dublin 2. Along side a league of prestigious art galleries, The Doorway Gallery will be bringing its own unique stable of contemporary artists to this artistic quarter of Georgian Dublin see more info at their website http://www.thedoorwaygallery.com/.

You can see Lucy's new paintings at the new gallery now and on-line.

Official opening will be on the 24th March, opening by Pat Kenny.

Tapestry Collection Now Online

2011-01-29T13:32:00.000-08:00

Flower Arrangement
92 x 76 cm
Oil on canvas

A full set of images of the paintings making up the Tapestry collection can now be seen online. Link

New Working Theme: Tapestry

2011-01-20T13:30:00.000-08:00

Tapestry
152 x 122 cm
Oil on canvas

The paintings I have been working on since my last solo show, Persephone in 2010, have been loosely based around the theme Tapestry. Not that I have another solo show planned until 2012, so a theme is not particularly important to the way my work is going at the moment. However, for a while now I have been thinking about the way a tapestry is constructed of thousands of individual woollen stitches and the similarities to the way I construct my paintings. When a tapestry is completed its numerous raised stitches fuse together visually to become a readable picture as well as a tactile object in its own right. At any stage it is evident when looking at a tapestry of what it is composed of and that the identity of each component stitch still retains all its characteristics of wool. In a modernist approach to painting I want to keep paint as pure to its original form as I can, so that it is evident to the viewer, that it is paint that they are looking at with all its individual properties of colour, texture and form still retained. I work with a palette knife which gives the surface of my paintings a lot of depth and texture. I like this tactile quality as it helps to maintain and establish the 2-dimensional reality of the canvas.

Lucy Painting at Culture Night Dublin 2010

2010-09-24T12:05:00.000-07:00

Persephone Exhibition, The Bad Art Gallery, Dublin. April, 2010.

2010-04-15T11:18:00.000-07:00

Thinking of Summer
71 x 61 cm
Oil on canvas

In this exhibition Persephone, I have found my source of inspiration from Greek mythology. It is the story of Persephone’s abduction from her mother Demeter, the earth goddess, by Hades, king of the underworld. Demeter in her grief forbids the earth to produce, and in the depths of her despair causes nothing to grow. When Demeter and her daughter are finally united, the earth flourishes with renewed vegetation and colour. But before Persephone is released Hades tricks her into eating four pomegranate seeds, which forces her to return to the underworld as his queen for a season each year, when once again the earth becomes a barren realm. This is an origin story to explain the seasons.

Something about this ancient story intrigued and inspired me and I have interpreted it in my own way, picking out the visual and playful elements. I have tried to impart a seductive, wintry quality to my still lives and interiors, using warm siennas and umbers and thick white, creams and neutral layers of impasto oil paint applied with a palette knife. In some of my figurative paintings, I am trying to evoke that dilemma of being physically in one place but mentally in another. In this case, being locked in the cosy depths of winter, where the evenings draw in early and life becomes internalised, yet dreaming and yearning for the summer, where time is stretched out in seemingly endless hours of daylight.

In this exhibition I have attempted to expand my painting language further by incorporating the male form into my compositions for the first time. However, for me the subject matter is the starting point to a painting, not the end. So I try to give the figure, whether male or female, the same treatment as I would a vase of flowers. I want the figure to just exist and sit right in the painting, and not to story tell and distract. My overall objective is to produce well balanced paintings, where the beautiful properties of the colour and the texture of paint predominates the picture plane. I see my job as a facilitator to this end and by using sympathetic subject matter and by using the compositional elements and devices that I have built up and developed over the years, I attempt to reach the paint’s maximum potential. Link

Opening of Persephone Exhibition by Tommy Tiernan

2010-04-01T11:55:00.000-07:00

Pastoral Exhibition. The Bad Art Gallery, Dublin. July, 2009

2009-07-20T11:45:00.000-07:00

Blue still life
71 x 71 cm
Oil on canvas

Since the middle of 2008, I have been painting for my new show Pastoral. For me a theme to an exhibition, is an overall guideline, as I like to skirt around a subject not adhering to it exactly but using it more like an anchor that I can refer back to as a source of inspiration. Sometimes the title I chose for an exhibition if at all is a word that looks visually right with the group of paintings, no more than to evoke a mood rather than a literal summing up. After all to understand and ‘read’ paintings is a unique visual sensory experience, which is such a different mental process from reading or interpreting a written text, therefore I am very wary of too much explanation when it comes to my paintings. However a certain amount of words could be useful to throw light on how to read or get to know my work, but I feel too many words can distract and create barriers. I know why I created a painting, I know all its symbolism and historical and personal references, but that’s essentially about the process of painting not the painting itself. The process is whatever it takes to come up with the end product, which is then released, from my grasp and control. Whatever the viewer cares to see or interpret in my paintings is the paintings start of a new existence separate from me, it now belongs to whoever is looking at it, it is unique for them alone and hopefully the painting has enough visual information and painterly language for it to be understandable. That is what I have always understood to be what ‘living art’ means. A painting that stands up on it’s own by living through the person who is considering and looking at it, at the time.

So this collection of paintings called Pastoral is far from a documentation of my life in the countryside, but a starting point of a theme. I have intentionally set out to depict the idyll of country living and have selected scenes from my immediate surroundings of rural County Wicklow, and have let my imagination run away with the romance of the place. By selecting out the painterly qualities of the theme I hope to produce vibrant, harmonious and cohesive paintings that depict the good things in life like picking blackberries in autumn, I further heighten and enhance the mood in the work, by tapping in on the natural good feel factor of sunshine, which I symbolise with my use of saturated colour. Link