I don’t know if the water knows how it will make its way to the sea. I don’t know if the road knows that I run over it. I don’t know if the trees know that I breathe their breath. I invite you, for a moment, to imagine yourself positioned outside of anthropocentricContinue reading “@ Mayonez on Friday”
this week: conversation #1 How do we share this world now that it is small and everything is close and bigger than us?
I have finally finished a few of my sock ponies; it has been a long road. I have been meticulously painting the expanding foam, a tedious and awkward process that has allowed me ample time to reflect on the ironic inverse proportion of labour involved. The making is quick and haphazard, involving a sock, aContinue reading “there is no retirement village for obsolete warhorses”
I am compelled to confess, to the ever-listening ear of the Internet, the most frequented of confessionals, that I prefer, deeply, wildly and guiltily the frenetic moment of the rock gig to the to the rarefied pleasure of the art event. Which is just fine if you are not an artist, but is I feel,Continue reading “My dirty little secret”
For the most part the relationship I have with my drawings is one of interested distance. The drawings emerge doing their own thing and I attend to them with care and respect for their autonomy. Strangely, sometimes they turn out to be drawings of me. Self-portraits if you like. It is always sightly disconcerting toContinue reading “Some days I am a rabbit, other days I am a pig or a cat or just stranger with pointed fangs.”
At the opening of Come on You Little Rabbit, my first exhibition of bunny paintings, two women approached me to ask about the carrots. They were mother and daughter; the younger woman was in her early twenties and looking somewhat embarrassed. The mother explained that were discussing the possible meanings of the carrots and that sheContinue reading “What is it with bunnies and carrots?”
I thought that as I got older and more mature I would react with more grace and understanding when my beloved crossed that oh-so-fine line between funny and desperately wounding. But no, it seems I have if anything regressed and now say, or at least depict on paper, what i really feel. this makes quiteContinue reading “kiss and make up – best tell him how you really feel”
to start with, here is a drawing from what is intended to be an artist book. i have never wanted to exhibit my sketchbooks, of which i have many, as they are either too personal or too eclectic to satisfy me as an art artifact. However I have been interested for a while in theContinue reading “here is my new blog”