Kidlet is about to turn eight, I wanted to get together a collection of drawings – and paintings – I have done of her in the last eight years. I have nothing from her first year of life. Just one quick sketch I did in the hospital ( yes, I had my sketchbook at the hospital when I gave birth ) but I can’t find it. No matter – there’s plenty here.
My studio, my house, my life is a little all over/ on top of the place at the moment. I have to sort through things and straighten things out but have no time. When I do get time I make work – I wasn’t prioritizing it at certain points this year and I can’t have that.
I’m an artist, no one will make that time happen but me.
I’ve been meaning to paint this year and it had not happened. I stopped making excuses last week – stopped worrying about if it would be good or not and went up to my studio and bloody painted and it was liberating.
I did it on the floor as all desk space is currently occupied – some with works on paper in developement but mostly just covered in books and paper and gosh knows what else.
Not ideal, as my bum and back ache and there’s a lot of cat hair up there – but it’ll do. I’ll paint and then when I have the time, I’ll tidy.
First layer completed!
I’m wrecked now but in a really happy way. This is the first oil painting I have started in almost a year.
I had forgotten how wonderful it is to work in oil paint. Though both my drawing and painting tend to be figurative, I do find that they are both very different and to now have both back in my life is a huge relief.