Success, failure and still no crocodiles…
Well there might be a crocodile, my studio has got in to such a mess there may well be one lurking under a table behind the detritus of my recent work. So I decided to have a bit of a sort out, I need to start getting some stuff ready for framing anyway. I put the paintings into three groups the “yes that worked”(but I could still change my mind)the “maybe it could work”(well it has some nice bits but I’ll probably destroy that trying to fix the rest)and the “paint over”(all that messy painty struggle will give me a nice textured surface to star t again on!)
It isn’t just me is it? I sometimes think other peoples work always succeeds. It was the middle group that ended up being the biggest so that said there is always hope.
Crap but honest
I have been looking back through my knicker draw sketch books, full of scrawls and scribbles. I like to make comment and sketches in the last moments before going to sleep after most of my brain has already been disengaged. In this way it is the drawings that can show me how I feel or what I am struggling with and not the other way round. Sometimes it is surprising sometimes just a scribble. I know these books are valuable to me but I often wonder just how to employ what they come up with in my work. I sometimes take the drawings into lino cuts but there seems to be a gap between this work and my other paintings and prints. It is like I have the internal work and the external work. I would like to try to bring them together a bit more. I feel another set of monotypes coming on..perhapse.
