Well now. I am constantly pestering my art mates to collect dead insects for my huge, never ending drawing piece – ‘Memorial to the Unconsidered.’
Everywhere I go I come back with little pots and boxes in my handbag. Quite barking mad.
But look at what has turned up in someone’s conservatory – a cuckoo wasp. Kingfisher of the insect world I would say. Quite awesome. So bright she thought it was a sequin and nearly didn’t pick it up at all.
Now I need to get something the right metallic red and turquoise – nail varnish/ eye shadow? To do it justice.
Having spent a year on and off drawing insects I now find that I am, by default, amassing insect knowledge.
I love this about my art practice, its never ending input, the continual making and mapping of new relationships and contacts and the feeling that I never, ever know what the next day will bring.
Literally.
