When I was in my teens I learned that anything is a still life and any place is an interior or a landscape. You just have to look hard to see the magic. We had a new model, Esme, last week. It is hard to draw someone new. But it's also exciting. Someone like me, who enters into every drawing as though I have never drawn before, really has no idea what will happen when the new model begins to emerge on the page. Local colour is repetitive… it's the same rust coloured cushion, the same white radiator, the same grey brown floor. I shift the colours one direction and the other colours follow, if I'm lucky.
Yesterday I turned the page with Esme to the front of my pad and put it next to a new jug of flowers I'd treated myself to. I found a scarf I'd bought in Edinburgh at a second hand shop, a bowl from a different charity shop, my scarf and gloves and celery-coloured pumpkin I'd grown. I love the chaos of finding the rhythm and the energy without drawing the forms. Both drawings are 6 x 6"
I also love taking drawings or books and using them as objects in subsequent drawings!
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