Thursday, May 12, 2011
In Rural Bretagne they dance at fairs and feasts in a very particular way, I have witnessed it and remembered. Often on temporary boarded floors and accompanied by rustic pipes and strings it involves crossing arms and holding hands while moving with small movements of the feet. It is rhythmic and compelling.
My picture was painted from memory when back in the UK for which I carved a frame as I thought it needed a unique touch to support the work.
Coming across the picture after a number of years I can still hear the rhythmic drumming on the board and find the image strangely attractive. Such ancient unity and rustic colours work on my soul - I am drawn to the dance - drawn into the painting.