Today I did a lot of tidying in my art spaces, clearing the decks, so to speak. My dogsitting decamp to downstairs left a lot of things lying around mid-flow, and I am not in the same place now, so I reset my space so I can find out where I am.
One thing that keeps getting shifted from pillar to post is a pile of finished paintings that I haven’t got a clue what to do with. I suppose it’s a mark of progress to have an accumulation of finished work that won’t fit in portfolios.
After tidying, and therefore looking through old work, I was feeling drawn to things with screaming. That’s not really a surprise, given our sparkly new government is just as terrifying as the old one. So much for “Change”.
I did some painting in my sketchbook, sketching ideas that I might want to develop. Painted doodles, really. Here’s a snippet:
This is inspired by some art cards I found when I was tidying. I liked the sense of spiralling into my own scream, which is pretty much how the world feels just now.
It’s an idea I might develop, or not…
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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