15 Nov On the trail
I often head out looking for something to kickstart my imagination. There are trails, paths and promises in every direction. The pull of the familiar drags me back to the same places, the draw of the new sends me in different directions. Though it’s easy to get lost when looking for something to work on next.
But, I like being lost. It’s how I find my work. In the jumble of briars lies a thorn that catches my eye. Amongst immeasurable grains of sand a fragment of shell offers a shade of violet that seems freshly conceived.
I start small. Close-up. In amongst it, searching out shape, line, the turn of a silhouette. Colours get me going. I like to mix and match, overlaying things in my mind and on paper. This how I start. Snapshots and sketches.
Back in the studio I spend more time sifting through what I’ve collected. Working into sketchbooks from photographs, from other sketches, beginning to draw things together. I can picture a destination. I have a process, a loose one, and it always seems to lead me somewhere.