Some process photos of the etching along the way.
Trying to find the image I wanted felt a lot like navigating my own pitch dark junk-and-clothing-strewn home in search of a torch.
A while ago someone got in touch about Tribe sketches – I thought they were all gone. An old sketchbook has turned up 5, rough and dirty on A4.
I’ve decided now is as good a time as any for breaking out the Precious Expensive epoxy. It’s black, you see and so, being a different colour makes it a glorious change.
I’m working on something – I don’t know what – to send to Clutter Gallery in NY for June.
Here; some inexpertly shot photos of my current canvas in progress.
I’ve been waiting a few months on a delivery that, if tests to the positive will afford me the opportunity to move away from canvas for a bit. I’m limited by size because a centre point is sometimes impossible to reach without needing to rest my full weight on the painting itself when it comes to inking and it’s hindering me because…well. I’d need to break it to finish it.
I feel almost reluctant to share this, as it’s an admission of the fact that I’ve painted another mask-wearing girl in a dress. Something about the only way I know to communicate has begun to sicken me. Still, what am I going to do? Paint hot women interacting with
animals, skeletons, animal skeletons?
One of two things is sure to happen soon; I’ll retreat fully into foresty mark-making or adopt a
hotdog, (too phallic) toaster, smiley turd, silver spoon as a new protagonist.
Or you know; I’ll sew something big to drape over something even bigger…or something.
Please pass the bucket-o-fucks.
I’ve never fully completed a painted first draft with any degree of neatness before.
Butch Anthony posted a photo of a horse with an empty eye socket. Suffice it to say, I couldn’t stop thinking about it;
gouache on illustration board, 25.4cm x 30.5cm
and I just realised that I haven’t posted a single look-see of the new work. So, here it is is, along with some photos of set-up.
I have spent the last three days juggling the feeling between my toes and fingers. I’m not good at being cold whilst simultaneously maintaining a cheery demeanour but today Giles held my hand through programming some robots so for a while there I forgot to be sullen and anxious.
Tonight I had to face-time Ideal Brown who in turn enabled face-time with my cat. Tomorrow I’ll ask him to face-time my fridge, sofa spot and gym.
Back in the run up to the Into The Dark show, David Bilbrough from Unit-44 came by and took some photos of what I was working on.
It’s suddenly relevant given that I’m Never Shopping Here Again opens next week and some of its contents are featured, what-what.