I haven't visited the blog in a while.I have been busy moving in the studio.
Actually, it has been quite strange as I kept painting all the walls white and preparing white sheets of paper to work on , adding coats and coats of white, almost to postpone the time I would have to make my mark, holding my breath days after days… and finaly I came in one morning, Isabel had been and she had filled her wall with experimental prints, and textured paintings.Suddenly the space had taken a completely new shape and meaning; it was homely, warm , inspiring, thrilling and within two hours, I was working hard on my new project: limits.
Strangely enough, the work started outdoor. We have a caravan to use as a kitchen and each time I seat there for a break, my mind and eyes stretch into the wide green field laying at my feet.
I decided to stretch a red line to mark the limits of where the landscaper cuts the grass. He seems to be marking how far we are allowed to walk and yet I am only guessing this ex military park, full of strange buildings, secret hide aways and long straight roads. What terrible secret is hidding behind the hill, amongst the trees and bushes, under the ground even?
The limits of my perception seem to stretch my imagination.the less I can see, the less I know about the place the more i can create.
I am enjoying holding myself back from running through the space and discovering it all. It all becomes a meditation state where I have to explore what I see before steping further.I look deeper into it.
A few days later, I decide to start working indoors and strectch more red lines. This time, I only can hear my own breath and feel my own limits as I am visiting the space.
Each fixing point reflects my own state of mind; This is when I decide the write haikus at each stop.
I become more and more conscious of the journey I am creating; I feel my own presence. I also feel deeply emotional about moving and following the limitations dictated by pain. Don't we all?
