Back from Wanganui and trying hard to work today... so far unsuccessfully. So I'm blogging instead.Here's a picture of my workspace by the end of a weeks hard work at Summer School.
As I'd hoped, we used the photocopier as a tool and the resulting images as drawings. Each excersize began with original drawings or paintings which where copied, changed with paint or conte and developed further. These pieces informed the paintings which were the focus of the weeks work.
Robs aim was to keep us moving - and hopefully developing our skills.
It was hot as hell in the huge green shed, huge doors rolled open and a breeze from the river if we were lucky. Throughout the week vibrant coloured work bloomed on the walls - the output from our class was prolific.
As for me, I struggled and fought both the process, the marks and images I made, as well as the physical conditions I worked under. By thursday I was settled and working well thank goodness. Wish I could work out why this happens to me - the keys and the blocks need a bit of unpicking and scrutiny... but I'm not up for it just now, maybe in a few weeks.
Meantime, I'm enjoying the paint again - the fix that you get from the sheer physicality, and the excitement of colour. A cool week!
