Hooded fishermen, small boats, my small obsessions .They’re recurring images in my work as the sea is a luminous source of life, calm or rough. I love it anyhow. Sometimes it’s the memory of the sea that draws me in and makes me want to paint it. Some details from a new project. I’ve been playing with the same image over the years and it’s so interesting to see how it changes depending on what media I’m using. This is watercolour on paper.
I finally finished this new work experimenting with a new technique. I love working with wax, mixing things. Love the alchemy of it all. Never really liked chemistry in school but the way I work now my table is always covered with bottles and jars almost as if I was creating an interesting recipe. There’s no rule just a beginning and an end. In this case the end came late as I kept adding things. Mother rabbit couldn’t have enough stars in her pot… Is it successful? I like it as it is a step towards something new… And I like new.
I spent sometime in my old town visiting my mom I hadn’t seen for a whole year. It never happens as I always make time to go and visit her. Not this year though as many things have changed. I live between two places at the moment and summer has been pretty hectic with the b&b in my old house ( keeping two places is really hard work) and trying to be creative with lots of ideas in my head that not always get the attention needed. Ideas, sometimes I find, are like ghosts : you think you see them but they’re mere illusions till you grab them and make them real… The town I grew up has certainly changed, it’s not functioning properly and I found almost everybody I know going through a bad patch. But the place is charming with incredible architecture, unique cusine and blessed with eternal blue skies that almost hurt your eyes. I love going back as I’m an islander at heart after all… Some images below capturing some of it.
A small textile of a Geisha. I like working on these small fabric squares, one stitch after another and it fills up and it’s a whole world in one little square.
A little sleepless but fine. Some sturdy bookmarks to mark that time of year.
A Frida Kahlo’s card given to me for my birthday stands next to an old writing fluid container called Diamine. In Italian the expression diamine means ‘ what the heck!’ and she looks like she’s smoking a fat cigar… I thought it was funny considering Frida’s attitude to conventional things.
An old begonia plant blooming on my window sill. Lovely red flowers started to appear. I think plants really agree with this weather at the moment. You can see them thriving everyday and it’s such a pleasure to see them grow!