Etretat is becoming more and more amazing. Now is the real moment: the beach with all its fine boats; it is superb, and I am enraged not to be more skillful in rendering all this. I would need two hands and hundreds of canvases.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Among the seascapes, I am doing the regattas of Le Havre with many figures on the beach and the outer harbor covered with small sails.
An epic is the canvas Brian DePalma paints on.
Fantasy is the only canvas large enough for me to paint on.
I wanted to be complete, because I figured that, visually, there was an avenue to explore with painted stuff.
I've always loved painting and drawing. I wish I'd developed it more and exhibited.
It's amazing what you can do with an E in A-Level art, a twisted imagination and a chainsaw.
I continue to get further away from the usual painter's tools such as easel, palette, brushes, etc.
It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea.
I never know what I'm going to put on the canvas. The canvas paints itself. I'm just the middleman.
I put on the canvas whatever comes into my mind.