No moths…!
I have put a call out for moths. Wrong time of year I guess.
So – I have 10 of the 40 I need and three weeks to go….now what? Draw the same one again and again I hear you say.
Now this is very strange. Maybe because I have been working so long on my big triptych where each insect found is drawn, dated and given a new status in the world I feel this would in some way be cheating. It feels inauthentic.
Strange because this new work is so different in my head; a specimen box of moths, not pinned or recognisable by type, collected, drawn with love but presented as found; vulnerable, damaged and abandoned.
Ok…. Have thought and come back to this. It’s because the work is around young girls who died from TB far from home and were buried in the crypt. It’s their individuality that I would be disrespecting. Not sure why this wasn’t immediately obvious. Two works feeding into each other maybe. Usually an unconscious sump of possibilities but maybe I need to question myself here. Need to have that dialogue with the work where I ask it what I think I am doing……
So. We will see. Will fate provide? Will fate provide before the second week in August?
If not – then what? Change the concept? Change the work?
One of my tutors used to say that work either had or did not have integrity.
Integrity – my watchword. I do believe one can see integrity in work, be it the Sunday painter or the London gallery…………….something to do with the honesty with which the work has been approached and wrestled with, something about not taking the easy road………
Integrity = 30 more moths. Plainly.
