Research

14.12.2019 - drawing watercolour

Producing a drawing of a watercolour and ink image, scaled up x4

Working with water soluble graphite. It has a delicious density, so intense and grey. Shimmering in the light. Silky to apply with brush.

Process writing:

Stop resisting
I stroke you 
Lightly,
You leave no trace
Pressure exerted,
I layer
Still, you don't succumb
Putty in my fingers
I work you. 
Fragments breakaway
Eventually a little grace,
You smudge
And misbehave
But I know how to work you,
Wet
You surrender
And do as you are told.
                                       *graphite putty*

Your filth calls me
I want to get messy
Cover me
Under my fingernails
Into the cracks of my skin
Blemish my cheeks
Soil my clothes.
                               *charcoal dust*

28.11.2019 - painting process - post tutorial

Skeleton frameworks added to clarify the moments below. Slowing the process, engaging tools instead of digits and tissue. Removal of limbs adds distance, a viewing space, time for contemplation. How these layers hold together, in their transparent splashes of pigment, clinging on to each other begging not to be concealed. Those latent portions adding power in their density.

Paper tests for form included, a play with composition, a distraction from the consuming line painting of tiny brush and acrylic.

Week 9 - Independent working - Mon 18.11.2019

painting, what is practice?

To term it practice is to continue until you know how to do something. When do you know a painting? Perhaps its when the time spent feels enough, or when you are tired of it, for now.

I am getting to know these paintings. Repetitively. Like good friends that come for a cup of tea but end up staying for dinner. I work with them, on them, in them. I'm here, present and so are they. We hold the silence of the night together as the washes of pigment flow. And when it's too much for them I bind their burdens with lines and shapes to enclose their weaknesses. It enclose my weaknesses, when the chaos is too much.

16.11.2019 - projecting pattern layers

Forgetting to take images of process

The light changes the grounds, the tones appear in altered shades. The projection is the brightest this pattern will be. Its fate is not embrace the lower layers while they are suffocated together under water pigments to come.


A wasps nest, displaced. The leaves betrayed them, as they fell they were seen and destroyed. No one wants them here, they are unwelcome, and like fallen autumn leaves they are left to rot on the ground until the broom comes to clear them away.