Cleaning out the studio, feeling the moment when brush will touch white surface again and mysteries will gently be revealed to the ‘observer’, today, however, ended in a bomb-fire of artworks that didn’t make the cut.
A liberating experience of turning art into ashes, watching a thirsty fire lick colour and form, expressing its delight in bursts of blasting heat and towering flames under a clear night sky, encouraging me to step back or join the revelry.
Hours of agonising decisions on colour and mark making: adding, subtracting, covering, and revealing. I remember struggling with it all and these artworks showed every nuance, hence had to go.
What a relief.