The final post sent from East Anglia with much appreciation for a 2 week residency with uncertainty. Solitary, but not solitary…company and compatriots in other guises – pebbles, paper, sand, water, vegetables, air and gravity. THE CONTAINERS [or some […]
One of the things I’ve noticed after many years supporting artists is that for many people the accepted career paths are neither appropriate or accessible. If we walk outside the mainstream we have to make to make our own way. […]
It’s night when I most feel the need to write. I’m painting small pictures of frogs. The paper is cheap and the water causes it to buckle unsatisfyingly. All artists seem to have a jealous hoarding desire for paper. It […]
The tin-can clink of blackbirds’ calls punctuate the quiet of dusk. Plumes of crows boiled up into the sky this afternoon, sharp, black, paper-cut silhouettes, scattered over a blinding white sky. Everything looks drained of colour, bleached out, as if […]
Sometimes when fragments are drawn together, a kind of transformation takes place. The simple placement of things side by side and interweaved with each other creates a dynamic and centrifugal energy and out of this new possibilities can arise. Nature […]
Some extracts, fragments from David Will’s book Dorsality: thinking back through technology and politics. I am noticing what he writes (what I think to understand) directly in my body and in my moving, as well as being able to turn […]
