Right now I am experiencing inspiration. I mean right this second.
It feels like a tingling in my arms, an energy in my belly, a flip of excitement.
I wanted to document it as it happens.
What is in my mind happened because I looked at art, good art, weird stuff, I have been looking for half an hour or so. I saw a sculpture in a wood, of a giant rib cage made of wood by Hugh Hayden and it is so odd, yet beautiful, yet scary, yet accomplished, yet bizarre, my mind has gone towards drawing some strange stuff. It is the strange which makes me spark right now.
I want to obtain the same reaction in myself, in my work, as I just received from Hugh’s; it has compelled me to let go and lean into my imagination with only a thin tether to reality, but that tether is needed. The relationship to a possibility of reality within my work is essential for me, it makes the mind question what it is seeing, to dart between a touch of realism to something wrong with it, something unnerving or fantastical. It is good to realise this, just now, as I write.
I read recently about an artist making note as they made work; not before or after but during the process and it is because of this I am writing this down. I’m off, the studio is calling.