An idea about colour seeping out round the edge of a hole in the darkness -
and later I see this, at the edge of a large painting (detail shown) -
and
hear a quote from Goethe, that colour is what happens at the intersection of light and dark.
Some digging deep under the workbench, to find an old sketchbook (the colourful one; 1993) -
in which were collages that just sort of happened -
and an outline of my favourite fairy tale, Mother Holle -
The industrious girl gets her reward, and her lazy sister - well, she was not a pretty sight.
A flurry of pencila sharpening
led to the imposition of order
and the complete revamp of "the most used tools" that sit in mugs on the window ledge.
Another old sketchbook, 2017 - shadows drawn (no, traced) outside Tate Britain, with the only watersoluble pencils I possessed at the time -
Early mornings find me sitting here, getting a dose of natural light and listening to podcasts (the newest discovery is Kitchen Sisters Presents) -
Sunny mornings make it possible to draw the shadows of those jars of pencils -
or to paint them -
Two sunny mornings in a row and we have two renditions of the same scene -
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