In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Tuesday 16 September 2014
16 09 2014
This is finished. Nothing else is and the drawings (of Ryan) yesterday were dreadful. Need to do some serious thinking and soon, at that. But this projected series of nature mortes, featuring the treasure of my familys' dead, gives me comfort. The one here a pleasure and a relief to do - Staffords grandfathers pipe rack, made by him for his father, Staffords sherry decanter, the easel of his mother, given to him and thence to me on my 12th birthday. Exorcism.
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