This is a short story of the birth and life of an oil painting started twenty years ago that only just stopped dripping.
In 1967 my parents and my siblings moved to the Isle of Wight to take over a boat-building business that consisted of one man building fibreglass boats in an old army drill hall.
I was born there.
They grew and transformed the business.
Thirty years later, in the boat factory, I climbed up a very tall ladder to see the canvas flat on the floor from a distance. Up that high, I could stick my head right out of a skylight.
The sea was a very long stretch of horizon. So long in fact that the curvature of the earth was visible.
This oil painting took another twenty years to stop moving and forming itself.
Evo, 2003 oil on canvas, 120 x 150 cm