On we go with the lists, and now we have fifteen favourite paintings of mine. They’re not all great works, but each has struck me in a particular way and lingered in the mind. Often they represent a particular time and place (London, Dublin, Canterbury, Manchester) that help make them specifically memorable for me. I’ve restricted it to one painting per artist, and they have to be paintings that I have actually seen. I have great affection for some works of art that I have never encountered in reality, but of course there is that special connection when standing face to face with the picture itself. You do not only see the work in its actual proportions, shades and tones (as opposed to the inevitable inaccuracies of a reproduction). You see it as the artist saw it; almost you could say that in seeing it you become as the artist. You understand what has been expressed, to the point where it becomes your expression.
As before, in no particular order, except the absolute favourite is at the top of this post.