So far in these reflections, I have wanted to extend the introduction of my painting to better evidence where I am coming from with respect to it, at the same time building an interface with the digital. Thinking now about my contribution to our first group exhibition coming up on 1st December at 2 Girls Gallery; […]
Category: Free Writing
I made it so
the painting continues: I see the painting is beginning to come into itself – I am more and more wrapped up in it. Take a step back – we become too bound up in each other and I have to stay in control of this. Capture it, transfer it to this screen – […]
Primary Field
The following post is a reflection on an earlier draft post I was unable to complete at the time. I would like to share it rather than forget it – Returning to this primary field: First body completed by Blue Blue is a person? an organ of this body sky of its land An instant, […]
Free Education exhibition
At the very beginning of term, I sent a small scale experimental gif as a submission to the Central St Martins UAL Students Union call for exhibits for their current FREE EDUCATION protest and exhibition at the CSM SU Gallery The work was selected and I was able to participate and connect without the immense task […]
Next, Yellow
The painting continues: This, a primary field – one straight out of the Huge First Nothing. Red – What next? yellow? blue? Answer the same as before because it was right there beneath my hand – closest and therefore, in this instant, the dearest too. This is reason good enough? […]
First Red
In the studio again: moving the painting on – I can’t just stay in the same spot. The ground beneath my feet moves with me Though I am still in love with it, it is barely begun. I introduce red and cultivate its extension. The red suggests its own shape, I follow it […]
The Huge First Nothing
Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon poetry quotes from Song of Myself by Walt Whitman In […]
I ask myself, I ask you
In the studio: next painting to be done, already primed (on aluminium). The painting has its full potential as it is now, here in front of me, in Negative Capability (potential is only that, the not-yet-realized, nothing more or less). The physicality of its presence is striking, as there is, as yet, no illusion to distract. […]