When my studio is full of work and busy it feels alive. I feel alive.
It hasn’t been. It’s been quiet and rather like Miss Havisham’s house in Great Expectations; paintings half finished and my oils left out on my palette all dried over.
News comes swift and brutal, and knocks you off your feet. You are left reeling as you desperately try to pick up all the broken pieces. Death does this to you.
Emerging out of the darkness, I am back in my space and full of ideas and creating new work. I’ve filled 2 sketchbooks and started a series of new pieces.My studio walls are covered in new work.
When I was in college, I wasn’t afraid of materials. I would try any number of things to get the image onto the canvas. And now I find myself full circle. I’m using all manner of things to create the new work, oil, marble dust, varnish and graphite. It feels exciting.
Note to self: I must get some iodine. I love this colour on paper. Oh and calamine lotion, the colour and the smell too!

19th May 2010