The movement towards my art making originates
from various sources. Something moves me, a spark
sets me alight. It could be a poem, a found object
a leaf hanging from a tree by a spider’s thread.
Maybe it is a piece of music, or an intense emotion
that provokes me to write a poem or a walk at dusk.
Maybe a significant experience from the past resurfaces.
I am intrigued where is this idea image or feeling going to take me.
I contemplate while sharing territory with my horses as they munch hay.
I am in the present observing the natural world and the spark
begins to find roots as I delve and ponder.
Then I might do some research on symbolism, or mythology or whatever feels relevant. I make notes and drawings.
What has this process and journey revealed?
What medium is indicated?
I question I always question.
Is it a visual landscape or seascape with strong imagery and symbolism?
more suited to my collage style or does it want to express itself abstractly
in acrylic layers or be extricated from oils and beeswax layering.
Is it about colour, or texture or a call for a specific mosaic design.
Maybe the possibilities of encaustics and mixed media beckons.
So then comes the departure point,
This embodied journey has evoked an ‘intention’
It is a visceral feeling; and a fluid map of possible direction.
Now I begin the work and I abandon all thoughts and ideas
And move with the flow and song of the piece as it manifests.