HAPPENING NOW - W.I.P
This page is an expression of my thoughts, concepts, ideas and research which I continue to build on… works are not finished outcomes, images and texts of exploration.
Interrupted images with text… I have not found the most fitting words to use. They ( words) do not come with ease, but as a mumble of confusion, broken sentences and disjointed structures. Feeling is more than this text here, however, a start of describe my mind’s thinking.
There are no new ideas, just many ways to show them. If dear readers you gain nothing from this on a personal note, I hope you recognise my attempt to evolve my feelings, concepts and ideas.
JUNE 2020: Man vs Nature Series: things that grow with leaves
Untitled, June 2020. Scans of hands, flowers and leaves.
These works are experimental and exist currently in digital form… maybe things are to follow. I would prefer them to exist in an non - digital format. Using a scanner and digital processing is vital for making the works, however I hope to produce these artworks as objects in themselves - paper or wooden. Seemingly iconic, they are dead things printed on dead material. Finishes of the work seems somewhat intriguing - shiny to mimic what digitalisation has been lost or just a falsity cover. I’m interested their forms, shapes, textures. The production of the image into new matter and material. The concept has a lot to do with my fascination for hands, gesture, body, movement and relationship to object. Hands are packed beings, attached and things in their own right. They are story-tellers, makers, doers, holders, carers and harmers. Their contradictions are many. HANDS.
11 June 2020: AND SO SHE CAME AGAIN: THE RAIN CAME.
Garden of the sea
Seaweed in sketchbook, May - June 2020. Like veins, you supply to let us breathe.
“I have always known you, but I get to know you more each day and night. Each moment we share, I recognise, learn and grow. ”
Over these months, March - June 2020, I have felt stronger, and more connected to Nature’s sights, sounds and smells which surround me and the impact of Nature within me.
WIP…. some thoughts on what I’ve been feeling, recognising what Nature is to me over these past weeks, grown in my affection. [Nature in this context means the elements, wind, earth, water and fire. ]
We would be nothing without Nature, our existence would be non, lacking, unaware.
Becoming aware that Nature does not live separately from us, but with us, in us. It is our creator,
our teacher,
our support, holding us in its ways,
to surround us, stand by us, (no matter our neglect or denials to it)
as an extension of itself, it gives to us ourselves,
our being. In progression, evolutions and healing.
Who, we are as a being, being together with it. Creeping up between our toes, limbs and body parts, extended.
…. are one. ( we - what is this term?)
We are many. (Together, but individual).
In its abundance, Nature becoming a landscape, portrait, both, overloaded with detail through its evolution in time, space and then into all forms; in all splendour, design and terror.
Nature is everywhere. Even in the bleakness of cities, wriggling into the cracks of grey pavements, standing defiant, in places we could not imagine it to exist - Nature does.
Bike in the lane, 21.06.2020. On our neglect Nature cares over.
Connected in clouds of confusion and salt water depths.
‘Your hair is like sunset clouds, your eyes as deep as the oceans’. June 20, 2020.
Scans of seaweeds, textures, shapes and forms, pose open ended questions… The divid to when the rain splits fresh water and the sea, a seal on the salty surface.
Underwater contemplation, 15.06.2020
There are no words. I have no way with them. Only my own expression to speak from feeling; a pleasure or anger comes to surface as formula of letters, weaving sentences into structure. To bring something, at times unknown, uncertain into existence, to be build on, develop, evolve, as something more tangible, but no less real. Feeling without words, is still real.
Details of the hand, lines, marks, skins, 2015.
Mama’s hands, 2015
Again, I return to hands, the power to heal, hurt and hold, the veins, like branches, DNA, detail to tell only part of our story, but they, the hands give so much away.
(Naturally,) Awaken at 4:30am to listen to your voices, chorus. 21.06.2020 (birds)
In the studio, pressed flowers and art skirt, July 2020.
L’ Ecrohous skies, June 2020.
Almost full moon, July 2020.
Yesterday’s events seem to be divided. I stare at the wall as though it understands what I mean, 5th July 2020.