Looking at some of my latest paintings hanging on the wall at home.
My mind goes back through every doubt, every uncertainty. And then, slowly, they dissolve. What remains is a coherent world — born from different days, different stories, but always the same way of seeing. I didn't look for it. It came on its own.
Maybe that's why letting them go is so hard.
REFRAIN - oil on board, 40x40cm
This is the moment I love and hate at the same time.
Every new painting is falling in love.
The sketch is the courtship — patches of colour, shadows barely suggested, everything still open.
I'd want to rush to the end, the way you want to skip ahead when you're caught up in something.
But you can't.
The paint would muddy, the next strokes need the base to shine.
You have to wait.
So I wait, and I look.
This is "REFRAIN" — a view from the beach of Chiavari, just beginning.
Sunset across St Ives Bay
Oil on board 50cm x 50cm
- Andrew Barrowman #art
DESPITE
Oil on board - May, 2026
40×40 cm
Outside it was raining.
Inside, jazz.
DESPITE painted itself.
That day when the colors were there but nothing worked, I put everything away and came back another time.
Today it spoke.
Sometimes a painting needs rain and jazz to find its way.
The fruit of good labour. Painted with care. Sold for the only real money.
Available here 👇
BOE NEL LAGO
Oil on board canvas - August, 2023
Dimensions: 30 × 30 cm
The fruit of good labour.
Painted with care.
Sold for the only real money.
Available here 👇
Møns Klint in Denmark
To paint it or not to paint it?
