I’ve spent the last two days absorbed, and totally transfixed by the colours of the garden in Bali. The worn yellow ochres of the walls, volcanic blacks and greys of the paving stones. Flowers, whose names I don’t yet know, livid red and flame bright orange. The Papal purples of the newly planted orchids in the avocado trees. Splendidly garish, the red and yellow of the flamboyant heliconia. Then the multiple pastel shades of the bougainvillea, salmon pinks, various lilacs. The greens, so many shades and hues of green surrounding the brilliant cobalt of the pool.
My project is to capture the colours outside and reflect them into the house via fabrics, paint, ceramics, furniture, the various bits and pieces that make it home. I don’t have a big budget to play around with which is a blessing as it means that I can’t just rush off to Seminyak to some overpriced furniture store and buy something in haste. I’ve got to be patient, bide my time, search around, ask people, all the while thinking about what will go where and how it will look. This is the first time in years that I’ve been in a position to add my creative flair to a place and it makes me very happy.
Depending on the time of day and the weather, the colour spectrum can change quite radically. Midday is my favourite time when everything is so bright, and the colours so exaggerated. When I was at art school we were harshly critisized for using paint ‘straight out of the tube’. I would argue that the colours at midday seem to be just that. Vivid, pure, freshly squeezed.
My thoughts turned to painting over the weekend but I haven’t yet bought my paints over from Jakarta. The rolls of canvas are all in situ, and a few brushes, but the paints will have to wait for another trip. I had a little fantasy about Matisse and Hockney. How would they paint this place? Beautifully I’m sure.
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I then remembered that Hockney is genius at using the Brushes app on ipad. I’ve never done a picture on the ipad before, but when I had finished I went to show it to the Irishman. The Irishman is a real artist; he’s sold his work to some famous people. He’s very talented. He looked at the picture and then said to me ‘Go and do a 100 of these and then when you’ve done your 101st, come back and show me again’