I had three tutorials last friday at college, and not suprisingly three different opinions to contend with.
The tutors at college have insisted that I stop making work in my sketchbook, which finally I did, to be told by visiting lecturer John Vella that he preferred these works as they were less self-conscious.
My critical practice tutor preferred my photoworks but the other two tutors preferred my drawings. Not for the first time have I thought just do WTF you like.
i’ve also seen a couple of art works in Vyner street lately that have stuck in my mind. I discovered Richard Moon at Madder gallery. He makes work which appears narrative but explains nothing (his words not mine). i loved the etching head under heals very much. There was another painting in another gallery of two people entwined by their hair which was really compelling and linked in with my feelings about my work. I’ll have to go back to vyner street to remember the name of the gallery. I’ve been thinking about people or objects linked in a poetic way.
