practice

12.02.2020 - Documenting progress so far

Relatively clean documentation of items created so far. Tomorrow I will continue to make some wax tiles and explore the plain tiles that have recently dried. There are also some paintings that require scaffolding.

As suggested, these will then be bound, stacked and held in groups to be photographed.

Paintings in progress with first or second layer of scaffolding:

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Small plaster tiles:

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Larger tiles:

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Soap tiles (white and clear):

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Wax tile:

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Cellulose tiles:

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06.02.2020 - cellulose

As I undo, your essence fills the air,
You spread yourself all over me
I can feel you subtly touching my skin
Fibrous, tiny hairs adhering.
I dive my hand in a grab you
A hand full
Too much for my small fingers
awkward, rugged.
Firmly I grip and bring you up
You’re dry so I moisten you
Making you sticky in my grasp
Exploring you with my fingertips
I spread you on the glossy surface
You submit with a little resistance
Your moisture trickles out as I apply pressure
Smoothing you with fabric
Soaking up your damp puddles as I push
Taming you to my will
I’m satisfied you’re done
I leave you to rest in the sun.
                                                          *cellulose*

31.01.2020 - painting

A glance
The table set
Gathered
Busy
I glance around
Resting my eyes on you for a moment
you‘re looking at me
It seems
Of course
Where else would you look
An acknowledgement
Time is sought out
To come together
For a moment or longer
Brush to canvas
Working through thoughts
In the dark of the garden
Exposed
no one is watching
we hope
This is our time
                                                    *painting*

29.01.2020 - graphite

Crave you
My thoughts are full
Of you
With you
For months now
Years even
There you are
Dark
Engrossing
Still so much to learn
About you
From you
With you
When we meet
Awkward pauses
Portray the tension
The expectation
Unsaid
What will be the next move
The first move
The last move
Will I end
Or build more.
                             *graphite*

30.12.2019 - mono prints with alternatives - soap and wax

Plaster continues but added to the materials experiments are wax and soap.

Instead of maintaining calm and working methodically through the current pieces, I listen to the inner harbinger of anticipation and trace my way through a cacophony of materials in a fickle search for satisfaction. This remains eluded too. So I pile them, sandwiched betwixt tissue and paper, saved for the next moment of revelation.

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Soap & wax

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Wax melted

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Soap

  • Wax set

  • Plaster

Process writing:

Layering of space
Of people
Compacted
Glued together with
Soap and plaster

                              *casting workshop*

Touch me
Warm me up
Pour me on to your surface
Let me seep into you
Fill your cracks
I’ll search them out
Pick up the dust from your history
Make it my own
Claim you as me
Find the spaces together

                                        *wax*

Sealing the gaps 
Don’t let me leak
Close off my weakness
Fortify my boundaries
Lest you break them
To keep you in
To keep you out
To keep me safe
To maintain a whole?

                                  *casting*

I was too much for you
Too hot to handle
I broke you
Your boundaries gave way
And I leached past
Making you less of yourself
Here in the dark
No one saw
But I felt it
Traces of me on the ground
Taking new shape
As you let me go
Changed by you
Because you let me go.

                                         *wax*

Taking account
Lined up, ready to go
Silenced but speaking so much
The surfaces glint and glimmer in the light
Monoprints of graphite
Entombed in domesticity
Plaster, fragile and grainy
A facade of smoothness
Hiding its chalky substrate
Soap, shiny and glassy,
Slick and opaque
Engulfing the materials
Encapsulated
The protection minimal
Frivolously released with a hint of moisture
Wax, hinting at transparency
Holding the grains hostage
Giving in when the heat is raised.

                                                       *tiles*

You’re under my nails
Under my skin
In my thoughts
This desire is waning
Like the moon
It cycles until
The momentum returns
And there you are
Glowing
Begging me to look at you
To feel you
On my skin again

                                *soap*

Pour me on to you
Let me seep 
Fill the cracks
Claim you as me

                                 *plaster*