“ winter sun ”, pencil on paper, A4, 2022
The air is colder and colder still but the sun in the morning is sharp. It is a gentle implacable bright that erases any lingering, languishing fog. Inside this some rusted gate in my brain swings wide open.
(I am enjoying the winter, here on yorta yorta country)
Flesh roses travel on
Pencil on paper, A4, 2022
First piece completed here on Yorta Yorta country in the golburn valley- i started off thinking about flesh, my own to be specific. Here, and every town nearby has a lush rose garden open to the public. There is something about this I’m thinking about - about how roses only have thorns because we created them, about flat farmland seen through a car’s window, about my own squeaking and inscrutable body moving betwixt, the untangling of memory and the passage of time.
No conclusions yet.
“There are some things I cannot do”
I was thinking about desire and how it meshes with action. Functionally, it was an experiment with metallic pencils and black paper.
Pencil on paper, A4, 2022
Experiment with gel pen and water based ink pens. I am having much fun with these cheap materials and their unpredictable effects ♥︎