For The Love of Colour
The collector first noticed the painting from across the room, before they could say why. Something in it asked them to slow down.
Up close, "For The Love of Colour" rewards patience. The surface is layered and scraped back, with texture that catches the light differently as the day moves. Torn tissue, ribbons of poured paint and traces of what lies beneath all hold the eye. The collector found themselves reading it the way you read a face you are fond of.
Colour is the language here, and it speaks plainly. It carries something of Bolton's warmth, New York's electricity and Granada's late light, felt more than seen. The collector says the room changed once the painting arrived. The air felt lighter, and evenings felt softer. They describe it as a nervous-system exhale, a small daily reset they never have to think about.
It is not décor. It is a companion, quietly radiant and a little mysterious, and it never gives up all of itself at once.
An original acrylic on canvas by Caroline Boff FRSA,