Questions, questions, questions. I’ve concluded that controlling chaos is central to what I do. I pour and restrict paint over and over, creating chance then try and make some sense of it. Starting with a plan is usually too restrictive and thought out, but letting the paint have all the power is too much. I need to find the right precarious balance and harness it.
I find it comforting to be methodical when I’m questioning everything, so have spent lots of time sawing wood, making stretchers and preparing canvases. Although it’s a laborious process I find it cathartic and a good space to think.
It signifies new beginnings…
