LORNA GREAR

Lorna Grear

‘No one can help me now’. 

Mary sat by the rock trying not to think, swept up in the light and earth and wind, she carried on, staring at time moving, spacelessness and timelessness. The gap wherein she sat, not doing, not washing, not eating, not cleaning, not working, not scrolling or talking, nor being busy.

Rustle, a thin line, a curved shape, the building of an imaginary moment, not real, working in order not to work; beauty, structure, scaffold, light, colour.

These paintings were made in Summer 2018 in a place a long distance from the city. They are regarded as preliminary works, experimental, and act as sketches (like photographs) for other ideas. They’ve not been shown before.

Cover Image: 'Summer 2'_30 x 40cm_2018_Lorna Grear_ Courtesy of the artist.