I have been in a state of continual poor, poor, pitiful me. No studio. No room. No paint. Over the past few weeks I have been trying to organise my artself- what’s sold, what’s stored, what’s donated, given away, torn up and lost. It feels never-ending. I’m up to entry 72 and it is one huge drawing – 1.5 m x 2.950 m. I loved doing this drawing – the setting up. I had a studio then, but it still meant getting an old door across a trestle, rolling out the paper to the length of the door surface. I can’t remember when I last saw it – it must be rolled up in the garage somewhere. It was part of the Roadside Series and looking back one I feel I can come back to. Each time I drive I see something that could be translated by a piece of dusky charcoal and a fence-painting brush full of gouache.
Reading sculptor Anne Truitt’s Daybook has resonated with me over the last week. She found herself in the same pitiful spiral of no room. A sculptor must feel this restriction of space so much more, however she decided rather than cry over space deprivation she would use what space she had- the kitchen table- to draw. I think this is an admiral decision, and good advice to follow – I’ve been doing small kitchen-appropriate drawings and paintings but really they don’t cut the mustard for me.
Here’s a look at a few shots – process and finished works.
The Bungendore Bears series of works have been given a new lease of life. I found a whole folder of work that I had forgotten about. My hopeless memory means I sometimes surprise myself. In amongst sketches and paper (nice blank stuff YAY!) I found a heap of notes about the Bungendore bears along with some sketches.
I had just bought some new boards so it meant I could take them for a spin with some paint. What a coincidence….some of the works in the folder were from my last trip down that way and I am getting ready to go again this month for another painting jaunt and to coincide with the Abstract Expressionism Exhibition at the NGA.
I did 3 small works based on what I had from my recent find. I can feel there is more to come.
I have blogged about the bears quite a few times. Here, here and here. Once again strange coincidences – I had prepared this blog before the sad news of Robert Hughes’ death. He has a weird connection to porridge for me (read my previous post) and once again I find today I am blogging about porridge and three bears. I have been called Goldilocks when I was younger and my hair much lighter. Perhaps it’s time to revert to blonde.
This series of works for Roadside Exhibition is summed up in this quote by Australian Poet Judith Wright “I am never so much myself, so to speak, as when I can sit in the car & know the telephone won’t ring and nothing has to be done & I can simply wander round in my mind in comfort with all the things I want to think about…….”
Driving provides a frame on the landscape. Signage not only becomes essential information to the driver but also a disruption of shapes and sometimes colour. Like Judith Wright, the road trip is where I mull over ideas and artworks are planned and then there is a rush of black and yellow and maybe the change of a speed limit that brings attention back to the road. My large scale drawings are based on these glimpses and the random disruptions by signs on the Illawarra and South Coast Highways.