Practice

Artist Statement

I paint the way weather moves — in layers, without a fixed plan, until the surface holds something I recognise from the natural world but could not describe in words.

I grew up beside water in New Zealand, and I think that is where all of this begins. Not with a view I want to reproduce, but with a memory of movement: tide pulling over stone, light changing three times in an afternoon, a colour that only exists for a few minutes. My work is an attempt to hold that, rather than illustrate it.

I work intuitively. A painting usually starts with a single colour decision and very little else. From there I build with heavy-bodied paint and inks, pouring, tilting and layering until the surface begins to behave in a way I did not expect. That moment — where the material takes over — is the one I am waiting for. It is also the reason I rarely sketch a work in advance.

Texture matters to me as much as colour. I want a painting to be physical: ridges you can read from across a room, pooled ink that catches the light, small fissures where two layers dried at different speeds. Some passages I seal and gloss so they behave like water. Others I leave open and matte so they breathe. A work should look different in morning light than it does in the evening.

Detail of poured ink and layered acrylic in an original Charlotte George painting
Charlotte George, Americano III, abstract landscape artwork displayed in a framed interior setting

I let work evolve slowly. Paintings are turned to the wall and returned to weeks later; whole passages are removed because they were merely competent. Working in series helps — one canvas answers a question the last one raised, and the collection is finished when the questions stop. I have learned to trust that timing rather than force it.

My background in fashion design is still in everything I make. It taught me how material behaves, how colour reads at a distance, and how much a small, precise detail can change the whole. It also taught me restraint: knowing which decision to leave alone.

What I hope for, finally, is a quiet kind of recognition. Not "that is a coastline", but the feeling of standing near one. If a work continues to reveal something a year after it has been hung, it has done what I asked of it.