i’ve got use of a studio space. it’s quite a novelty for me, to have a clean space to use as i will. i’ve been lent the use of a studio while a friend is away, i’m desparatley trying not to get too much paint on the clean floor.
with a visit next week, i feel the need to up my productivity and paint all the tiles in three days, something which is now possible as a result of the above.
looking at the tiles, i think about their relationship with each other, something that i may not be able to explore until the work hits the gallery.
i’m interested to see how the shades of colours vary and how well the lines match up.
i’m really excited about the small imperfections within the paint. i can’t wait for them to be the topic of a debate. i like the blemishes, little marks that have occurred along the way of production. i’m proud to work in a world where there is atmosphere and potential for little things to occur, to leave their marks.
i’m relaxed about the blemishes being there, however not relaxed about the potential for them to be made a critical centre point due to their less than perfect status. maybe in my relaxed state about the imperfections, i’m inviting critical response from those that view technical perfection as a neccessity. i have a personal view of technical perfection, as realised at a gig last year…
