I always work from life. I feel very uncomfortable working from memory, photographs or imagination. I’m not always completely conscious of what I’m creating; I try to stay loyal to what I see without glamorising or romanticising.
Drawing a rucksack in my studio, using a black oil pastel on paper.
I work with oil pastels and oil bars, which are effectively pieces of oil paint and take a long time to dry. I’ve tried many drawing materials and oild pastel is best at producing a dark solid line. Graphite seems to produce only a weak grey line and marker pens don’t have the depth of oil pastel which raises up off of the page. I try to increase this effect by mounting the drawings on card and then cutting them out.
Last weekend I moved into a space at Cable street studios with the intention of completing some larger-scale work.
There’s a strong artist community feel there, with quite a few of them introducing themselves to me and welcoming me in.
Deconstructing football boots, jab pads and dancing rubber gloves; every object deserves some attention, 15 minutes of fame.
What would we be without objects? They fill our lives.
Pretty and practical, roses and daises are normally used as symbolic objects but they deserve a bit of attention and recognition in their own right.