So the last few weeks I have seen far too much gumtape and have lost the feeling in my fingers! The sacrifices we make hey? But I am beginning to re-discover elements of my work and it is starting to pull together.
Tomorrow I am off to learn how to do collographs to make my monoprints have more depth and texture but all through this in the back of my mind I question whether drawing and printmaking is relevant in the contemporary art society? Equally I don’t take any notice of myself and produce work that frustrates me but I need to make, it is imperative and within me to communicate my intrigues and to assess how and why I see. Why am I so interested in the cracks and layers and creases in rocks, why I am I so fascinated by the colours I see when it rains and so excited when I get a different type of paper?
All I know is that making is what I need to do and questioning is what I can’t stop.
