calm

i have calmed myself, relaxed and now am pushing on with some exciting projects in the pipeline, as i sit and listen to my spirit energy humming around me the fear ive had has washed off. My mind has quietend  i listen and observe my thought selectively bursting stodgy overloaded and unneeded ones, reading a book i can see not only the words on the page crisp clear and brilliantly in contrast to the delicate pages but the images these marks are playing out and dancing between the reality infront of me and the one in my head, i rose this morning and was still, ideas didnt force themselves into me loaded with fraught and frustration self denial. sunlight played, falling and mediating on the shelves and window pane, the black cherry trees outside stood firm and solid dark and dank, a most serious tree in winter. My bedroom tidy and in order, my desk tidy and in order invited my sketch book and mind to flow. these are some of the images that i came across today that made me smile. 

only paint when you can feel feel that storm of passion and purpose passing through, and that idea,

sea-fast held together, tight, streamlined and gleaming in off the possibilites and chance.

ive been in a state of shallow daze for three months. But now this energy to make and create has pulled out again and is pushing harder, harder against my hand to do as it will but into what form and how? No idea can come with this seething broiling foam filling my being, i know why i have tonsillitis right now its because i have it all to say but dont have the mode to articulate it.

Albert Marquet. 1875 - 1947.

sunsets and invalids.

Dorothy carrington describing a sunset in Corsica ni 1948 

THe sun was sinking as i toiled up the pinnacle….And now all this world was being flooded with golden light, a light so laden with glittering particles that i felt it must surly lie heavy in my hand. Yet not a mist, confusing outlines; on the contrary, its action was to clarify… the Maquis, which all day long had looked tediously uniform, was now fragmented into gleaming turfs of vegetation growing from wells of shade; bushes assumed the dignity of forest trees. Colours too, were transformed: grey rock turned pink and orange, slashed with deep sea blue; the stately peaks….soared, crimson between vertical violet chasms. All that was normally dull and indefinite had become sharp, brilliant and solid: the change was not only colour but of consistency

future steps. broken by one and a half

washed up tangled fishing net, broke rusted and seaweed strewn. cold sand between finger tips and a past hail storm now enbatteld with the suns rays, i have returned home to the island.  The concrete drone substituted for the winds and finally, a reduction in distraction.  The noise in my head to has subsided the million and one imperiously important things i need to do has fallen to just 3. Questions asked in darker shades of night washed out from under covers, anxiously trying to be patient with myself as i look for a new grain to anchor to and mould a new body of work from, my cat max patently sits on my lap quietly purring whilst my cup of tea sits waiting. An incredible idea hurts, its painful to impregnate with a seed and at the moment i feel like i have over ploughed my mind guilt tripping it into sharing even a hint of whats to come next. I think this move back home will help, i hope. what am i interested in, introspective or extrospective. So often it is worrying about both.


Pick up on a particular event relate to childhood, find a visual explanation in a story a tale or myth, depict it in a contemporary or traditional manner. Be clever use irony.

emma shoard life drawing

Emma Shoards beautiful drawing.

wonderful new friend

I met Hrvoje Majer at the Other Art fair and a few ngihts ago was invited over for dinner at his amazing studio, we chatted for hours it seemed. a great evening thankyou Hrvoje.


http://www.hrvojemajer.co.uk/