Picking wall paper
getting into trouble.
pulling things apart.
I’m enjoying working a bit differently in the studio. I’ve developed a process which is without a recipe or system for remembering how it was done. A kind of anti art. The term anti-art, a precursor to Dada aimed to challenge the accepted definitions of art.
I saw a programme recently about how artists were inspired by the decay of posters on walls and billboards, where posters had been worn away to reveal what’s underneath. Layers of wallpaper and paint in a dilapidated house that reveal patterns from the past in the same way that archaeology reveals layers of time.
So, drawing and painting what you see is all very well, but why, when you can already see it?
I am working with what I don’t understand or see and within that, trying to make sense of the world.
I’m using paint, collage, ink, wax, sewing, burning, rubbing, printing, tearing, stencilling and anything else I can think to do. both creative and destructive.