Trigger Happy
A few weeks earlier I got my burstinng portfolio and went through every drawing and piece of paper in there and chucked a load in the recycling paper bank.
I been sweeping my workshop floor and chucking out stuff. All this is a kind of ritualistic behaviour pattern with me when I think there is some sort of transition taking place. Making way for something new, starting afresh in the right way.
Yesterday I took my circular saw, and cut up some wooden sculptures I made nearly a year ago. I watched the blade go through the gold leaf that I spent so long putting on. I asked myself was this the right thing to be doing…yeh.. just rip em up Rob, are you going to organise an exhibition to show them…No..and the’re on the fire-wood pile now and just look like more split logs.
I filled a skip with paintings in 2000 as a millenium celebration, riding myself of the notion that these would be useful to me one day. ‘Thats the end of painting for me pal, fcnikug waste of space’. I dont regert chucking them either.
I know I am making room for this series of mosaics, but I think its more than that. Frustration that I ca’nt start them yet…yeh a little. But really a little shift in how I work, things have been physical and sculptural recently. My latest proposals have mentioned working with storey tellers….I dont even know any…or stories.
May be thats why artists are such lucky people. A door opens and you can walk through and explore a new world.
