About Ewen MacDonald
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The old hammers were left amidst the waste, discarded at the end of a day? Their worn handles spoke of intimacy with human hands whilst the gashed dented metal told of brute force and the need to subdue.
The old Mercedes was undergoing ‘body-work’ it’s stylish lines and smooth surfaces were being brought back to life under the tender eye of a craftsman. The decay and rust scoured away awaiting a new skin of paint.
The wall stood passively marking time. It bore the graffiti patiently but the scratches still smarted. The shaft of sunlight brought relief like a warm bath for a bruised body.
The objects I paint tell a story, they stand in witness to lives of labour, repetition and industry. I paint human resourcefulness and celebrate beauty in the everyday.