In Uncategorized on September 30, 2011 at 23:10
The two weeks of August and the first two of September are one of my favourite times of year. Each year I eagerly await harvest time, I think perhaps I have romantic notions of harvests of long ago with shocks, sheaves and hand cutting.
The first six images show a field that I watch grow from spring to summer and lie in wait during winter. I can’t put into words how much simple satisfaction I get from this.
It always surprises me how much the average person doesn’t know about plants, crops, trees so when I finally confirmed which crop was which, I drew myself little sketches of the ears. I’m unlikely to ever forget. I think I’ll survive perfectly fine in the wilds.
In Uncategorized on September 8, 2011 at 03:01
For the first 7 months or so of this year I surrounded myself with newspapers, magazines and scrap paper and created collages. I was travelling up and down the country a lot at the time and it was easier to transport a bag of paper than a bag of paint/brushes/canvas etc. During that time I felt if I concentrated hard enough on using scraps to create a new world, the one I was in might disappear just long enough to create some fairytale mirage. They weren’t an easy 7 months, 2011 seems intent on testing me in every way. An ‘outsider’ may perhaps be able to see a reflection of that in this work, full of tears and sharp edges.