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|