Swell

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of that moment

Relinquishing control

Spending hours on a sketchbook, only to throw it in the sea seems like a catastrophic idea to almost anyone.
I spent as long as I would on each page as if it was to be preserved forever, releasing myself from the burden of control by surrendering it to powers greater than myself (the sea)
I feel no preciousness towards my work and throwing it away is almost a relief. 
My sketchbook is now swollen with sea water, bogged down with sand and has been ripped in half, the cover peeling away. But now, I feel a stronger attachment for it than I ever have towards something I've made.
Drying it over the course of a few days, deciding how to display it, as part of this on-going process has become exciting.

Destroyer

I feel a desperate need to put the sketchbook I'm currently working on into the sea when it's finished, to 'surrender' it to the elements and a power greater than myself.

I'm spending time on every page as I would any sketchbook or drawing, but embracing catastrophe (closing pages before they're dry). This sort of behavior would invoke terror in most people. This type of 'art' fascinates me, it shows that process is the overriding desire. This need for making and process is more important than a final outcome or 'piece'. Perhaps video art is relevant?

I'm fascinated by the sea; the vastness, the power, the repetitive motion, the uncontrollable nature. This is all linked to the larger theme of the sublime.

By offering up a labour of love to potential catastrophe I become free of the burden of control.

Mask

Back-swing

Making 'Art'

Dotty

Weapons of mass destruction

As the wasps entered the house, crawling, ailing, I took it upon myself to collect them. To provide personal oblivions. Ordinarily I kill wasps, rogue individuals that happen to fly in. I remain calm, certain they wont sting me. 

Inspired by Slinkachu

Edit

More tinkering on photoshop.

Another



Drawings

Old and new, a couple from my holiday to the seaside & a drawing of my nanna Simone; pulling a face so 'they feel sorry for me and it makes sure I get the disability badge'



St Annes



St Annes

 

Nanna Simone



Holiday

I'm off on a little overnight holiday to see the Blackpool illuminations. I'll be taking my camera, which i've ordered a new battery for. I hope it arrives in time.

I'm desperate to start drawing again. I just need some primary sources! Having wild ideas about black paper, chalk pastels and old books.