I took an unintentional break from
writing here last week. A culmination of factors led to a tiredness that would
not permit me putting pen to paper. I have started to volunteer at a community
art studio in Dublin
I have a hunt ahead of me. I must travel to
foreign abodes to photograph, document and capture my work in their now natural
habitats. I also have an archaeological dig to do; I must excavate what is now
the historical work of my late teens and early twenties. I have a couple of
portfolio cases groaning with drawings, paintings, print work and sculpture
that I need to scan and photograph to include in this ever expanding document
of myself.
So what was a steady and continuous process of
documentation may become a less conventional beast, until I find my feet in
this new territory of exploration. The photographing stage always takes longer
than expected and the volume of work may delay what has been a regular and
routine posting up until now.
I hope you can bear with me as my work takes on
this new form in the background. It is exciting to re-discover old art work,
old talents and dusty capabilities. The opening of my ancient artistic history
makes my fingers tingle and makes my heart remember times of creativity past. I
already have a longing to re-engage with some of the techniques I haven’t used
in some time. Holding the heavy paper, seeing my marks made across it, is like
retrieving long lost parts of me. The combination of idea and creative action
makes for visceral memory making. I am walking through my memories at the
moment and re-connecting with the brush strokes that make up my story. Here is
just a taster of things to come.
Watch this space.
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