A couple of weeks ago I walked into the studio and realized there was no
room to work, no space, so I started to rip up most of the last couple of
months of work; and in that tearing and ripping saw beautiful edges to the
paper so started to lay down strips of paper, and then finally realized that I
was recreating a way of working from the 1990's so I put all that in the recycling
bin. My mantra being “Don’t repeat yourself”. And as I filled bag after bag of
paper I looked around and realized more had to go, the walls full of ideas not
yet realized, into the trash. I need space to work. The lovely thing about this
tearing away is how what I had been working on was clearer now, not bright, but
not just sensed.
Ripping and tearing...hard to put those beautiful edges in the trash. 2015 |
Torn paper, 2015 |
No space to work, studio, June 2015 |