Working with words – layering them – transporting them – transfering them – over and over and over again…
Is as a drawing – and it works alongside a drawing and sculpture – objects – things.
Layered pencil lines heat rhythms of time, shadows carve the floor.
She plucks a patois of re-membering,
stitching heart lines that strengthen the form.
This labour of graphite and paper, sound a Female Sculptural Space.
there’s a firebomb in there somewhere – granite walls – soft cheeks – burning and fading….
a discourse of aporia and journeying…..
autopoesis, sympathy and curing, desire and enduring…..
all beating their rhythms through the pencil line…
Moving from home to studio – space – sky – light – resonance…. even if only for a day… tutorial – encouragement – decisions
no titles – just objects in space…. much thinking
resonating light – beautiful studio windows….
Old ‘Cure’ on the floor – knackered bit of paper now- still the shine shines….
Another ‘Cure’ – fresh from the Magic Conference – proud and stood the test of the public….
Hide – paper and pencil drawing – 2013
Pure pleasure in taking a drawing from the wall – bending, forming, learning something new.
Bucket – water- sponge
We have been here before – this baptismal rite – this ‘cleansing time’ reworking ‘dream time’
in my home – long hours of hope
resonating time and space – limpits of water and needles – holes and tearing
back bones of those far gone, far removed – disappeared….
paper worn and torn
Pleasure of an ongoing object that retains a will to keep going –
‘stitch – paper – stitch’
re-forming, re-inventing – re- imagining
Taking braver steps to see how far this paper will go.
Nestled into a black crown – suturs still binding –
Contrary to all of this – a desire to return to the blind face of white paper – untouched but for that of the pencil nib.
How far into form and away from that blindness in order to return?
Still further to go…. still more —
– binding and squashing and squeezing –
delivered torn paper and stitches – break upon break
further into itself…. Or a poised hold of strained stitching and fold… there is more to do – thread, needle, binding…