Roz & I have been talking about the sort of questions we are asking ourselves as we make work. Much of our discussion centers on how we see ourselves in the world – especially in relation to the natural world of which, after all, we are a part.
I am interested in the extremes of existence which I've observed, from the invasive, entwining Bindweed I have picked, pressed and drawn upon, to the delicate baby runner bean plants which I have nurtured for my installation and which are now woven into a taught framework of twine and string.
Yesterday I noticed a patch of wall near the place where I was drawing, which had been hastily painted. An area of wall-paper faintly showed through the paint. I began to trace out the barely visible pattern in pencil, extending the inter-twining stems, flowers and leaves across the wall.
