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E-mail: annakeen@annakeen.com

Artists Statement of Intent
Art is Life, Life is Art. I wished to be an artist since I was 2yrs old. I pursued this same road from the small island of Scotland where I grew up, where no art exists, with a large, solitary book of Italian Master Drawings as my only Clueto the Artists Life. I wanted, like a Wild Dream, to go to the Beaux Arts in Paris, I left with that fixed in my head, I was admitted…
I studied in the Louvre every day. After my diploma, 5 yrs later, I went to Rome. I was overwhelmed by it’s Greatness and moved there. I discovered Baroque Art in all its Glory, through a thousand museums and churches. After 7 yrs I went to Venice and unable to resist it’s deadly charm… I moved there… I would never have left if I had followed my heart, but I knew I needed more from the World for my Art.I left for London, where I spent many years studying Linear Perspective from that Unplanned City.
Eventually I moved to Amsterdam, with its Vast, cloud-laden skies, watery reflected light, and Endless flat distance, which taught me of Fair and Mysterious Aerial Perspective.After a Huge fire, in my Art Studio, which burnt to Ashes everything I owned… I left in my Van, with my Companion, the Father of the Unborn child within me, 7 months pregnant, to start a new life in Nice, France.When the baby was 6 months old, I started to paint again, slowly re-building the contents of my Art-World.It is like I breathe some rarefied air when I work.Struggling with demons and angels. Searching the Past for Clues to my Present. The Great Monuments and Art of Europe, are my teachers. I don’t understand and am uninterested in modern-contemporary art, but I do know a lot of artists who I know are artists, who live and breathe just that, and they are no different to me. So I propose that art is not WHAT you do, but HOW you do it.Art really is a Life-Form, an artist is a different sort of creature to the Common Man.We really do pass from the Dungeons beneath the Castle of Despair, to the Ethereal Airy Bliss of the Heavens in a sort of permanent state of Timeless Present.When I left Art School, I was worried I would not contribute to the Life of Man, with my Art. It would not feed or shelter him. I decided to stop painting for a year to think about just WHAT I was about to dedicate my life to… and I travelled extensively, filling sketchbook after sketchbook with pencil drawings. I passed through a Vale of Tears, where the World was Dismal and Grey… the only points of colour were the paintings in the Museums…It was Their World, which brought me Home to my World.I realized that if those Old Mater Paintings could help me so, give me the Fruit I needed to Survive, that perhaps my paintings could one day save people too.And so, I threw myself Headlong, back into the WhirlingTide of the Un-Created… The Terrifying Vastness of theBlank Canvas, where you swim with all your might towards somewhere you can only dimly feel. Surfacing, one day, when you know it is Finished. Standing, dripping on some Shore, waiting for the Rising Tide of the nextPainting…