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Same drawing as 5:05PM this time in colour. Chalks and soft pastels on black card.
A remarkable thing is the human foot. Also quite exquisite naked of its flesh. I have a fascination with feet. One theory explains such a fascination with having spent a large amount of time in infancy being at foot level with our caregivers. At such a vantage point they become mythical and unfathomable in their importance. Inscrutable and bewitching.
I like to make myself at home wherever I go. Tea drinking is a big part of that. Improvisation is often involved.
Workshop participant A.
Where is the teapot?
Workshop participant B.
She is painting it .
It was a very pretty teapot. Crying out to be painted. I should have waited for it to be emptied perhaps but none of that matters now.
The mystical hermit in me produced these drawings. A manuscript or perhaps a Tarot deck is what they conjure for me. What say you cards?
Spontaneous eruptions from my subconscious. Both were created during a productive spell in late 2016. Materials Soft pastel on A3 size.pastel paper.
Two new works I created this afternoon. A5 paper, medium acrylic.
While I was painting it suddenly dawned on me that I am reaching the place where I no longer feel the need to justify or explain my lifestyle as I have almost always done in the past. It is good to be here finally.