How Paul Bailey made me see paintings as a cold cup of coffee
Let me tell you a story. Not long ago, I was sitting with my iPad and staring at a half-finished digital disaster. You know, the kind that is neither abstract enough to be "deep" nor realistic enough to resemble anything other than a strange, color-smeared cardboard box. I was desperate for inspiration. So, while I was scrolling through social media (because nothing says "creative process" like endless scrolling), I stumbled upon the art of Paul Bailey. What met me were his landscapes – paintings so simple, yet so charged with emotions. There was something about the way he painted the sea crashing against the rocks, the empty horizon, and the small details that told big stories. It felt like drinking a cold cup of coffee – initially bitter, but then unexpectedly invigorating. I felt an urge to try something new. The search for the essential Bailey is a master of simplification. He takes landscapes and strips them down to just the essence. A mountain formation is red...
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