There Were Three
Acrylic on canvas
This is part of a series of works with a set of imaginary characters that are exploring together. That hyper-romantic notion of disappearing into the wild on an adventure and leaving cares and concerns behind. That feeling is an imaginary ideal, an optimism. Yet in this painting, the walkers on the branch have found an intimacy on their own, oblivious to the world. Their bodies are at once clear, but also ghostly, like the branches of trees or the ephemeral reflections in the water. The bright colours compliment the sense of innocence, but there is also an unsettling feeling that this could all vanish soon.