I know, I know

by maggie

I know i’m holding a lot back, or in, or down. I can be honest with myself that far. Anything more than a furious back scribble takes planning and time. Giving me the opportunity to edit out any vulnerabilities.
So there i’ve said it.
I know you’re not going to punch me in the face or laugh scornfully – so maybe i can try it. Making something personal.
It’s not that I have been purposefully working on diversionary tactics. It’s more that the cunning plans have been leading by default. I get fascinated by little things and wander off down cul de sacs.
I have wanted to make emotionally engaged work. I just haven’t known how – or allowed myself and… all that shit. Or maybe space is sufficiently remote to be safe.
The other week I was messing with stuff from magazines and found this –
[well i would post it if i could get the thing to up load]

It stuck out from all the other ones – even though I told myself the composition was unfinished.

I tried to fit it into a square and my sketches failed for lots reasons

  • Starting with the textured paper in the sketch book
  • not keeping the pencils sharp enough

I really wanted it to work, but that involves understanding what spoke to me from the image in the first place.

So after retreating into the Shed to pout I fished out some old sketchbooks with real drawings of real things in them.
Keep an eye out for empty tables and desolate views through windows in the up coming weeks.