A new body of work has been growing… always bodies, always metamorphosing, always emerging from I’m not sure where, and becoming strangely familiar by the time they’re finished, as if I’d seen them a long time ago, and only just remembered them.
As usual I don’t know their story before hand, but after I’ve seen them I can guess, and these guesses go into the titles.
The series is growing quite fast, the question really, is whether the pages of this sketchbook, or this particular 8B pencil, will run out first and mark the limit.
I would like to exhibit them all together, as a community, but for now the community is still growing… you can see them emerging here
There is a narrative stream working its way through these figures, like a collection of short stories, myths or folktales. I’m not sure of the theme, but the work reveals itself, and answers are dead ends.
So, many minds, the crown hands, tea, and more to come.