I’m not really sure what’s going on with my art work. Having finished a busy season where I work - I’ve allowed myself some down time. Being in the forest and making whatever I feel like. It’s odd to see what is manifesting when I’m not being observed and there e is no real agenda, or imagined audience.
I see that I am motivated by materials, just having something in my hand is provocative. I keep on stripping sticks, it’s a satisfying ritual reducing on half to a naked white state. Hazel strips easier than holly, and gives a whiter wood. I like the contrast between the dark bark and white wood - some form of binary. Not that I believe in binaries. I find them almost dangerous, treacherous.
I became enamoured with the green of the Holly tendrils, previously I have been only using wood that has fallen. (I am everything you left behind). However I wanted to see how it felt to break my own rules. The vivd green had a diffenret feel to it and felt as though it invited a different response. I guess its the language of materials for me. I worked in a very unconscious manner and let the form evolve with little intervention.
I’m not sure it really succeeds as a piece, however it still falls in to the category of ‘little nothings’ timed pieces.