” A shag and a pig went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat lined, with red-lead”
Sometimes I feel very connected to where I live and other times I want to get the hell out. A while back I saw a submission for sculpture installation at the lake. The lake was my childhood home, the boatshed my happy days. Somehow I feel as an artist I have a deep connection and I sort of owe it to me and the lake to produce something worthwhile. I have done plenty of research and have my own motifs that appear in paintings and drawings. I didn’t do the submission – no time, no confidence, no excuse really. This week while driving to work I passed the sculpture that has been erected where I thought I should do something. I was prepared for the worst. I’m really happy with it. I didn’t do it but someone put their hand up and it feels very right.
Drawing on stories from the community there is a strength of connection behind the work. I had my own plans and a work that really was about me more than the area, so I am glad there is a work that will tell lots of other stories.
Anyway the drawing is improving. Once again the cormorants surfaced, the boatshed and my struggle to get it out. I may not have built a huge black shaped wing on the foreshore but I feel at peace with a story in art there for others.
Meanwhile I am still drawing more stories from my childhood on the lake.