I know, I know
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]
- Starting with the textured paper in the sketch book
- not keeping the pencils sharp enough
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.