My grandfather had a collection of paintings on his walls
When I was a child I was curious about the art produced by my uncle, but otherwise I never thought about the rest until after he died.
Then the paintings were divided among his children and my father started having paintings on his walls.
I thought it was cool that one was by Pro Hart, since I'd heard of him.
(I'm not sure who it's by, sorry I know that I should have an acknowledgment.)
So it might've been because I like riding bikes, but I hadn't really liked the painting.
I think I might've thought that the wavy lines seemed to ruin the image.
The result seemed a bit vague and indistinct, but now that's one of the things I like about it.
It's kinda dreamy and dynamic.
That was one of those lightbulb moments, when I realised how the process of painting contributed to the resulting image.
It reminded me of how colour photography works with layers to produce a representation.
Yet, rather than a chemical process, I could see how the brushstrokes built up the image.
Since then I've learned about blocking, the colour undercoat that sets a tone for a painting.
Now, when I see the painting of the cyclist, I surprise myself with new details that I admire.
The wavy lines capture movement, both in their representation and in their physical process.
Lately I've been appreciating the colour palette, particularly the light blue and lime green and brown.
