I can’t believe my luck. As I’m writing this I am itching to be in my new studio. I’m also itching to buy a comfy seat…every studio needs a comfy chair for timely contemplations. And itching to enlist help to get a work table in there. Given these circumstances this blog will be brief. It’s a beautiful space in the lovely village of Cuckfield. I have a wonderful landlord who gives me freedom and privacy but is great to chat to particularly about literature.
I know that as I settle into this beautiful space, with a large window looking onto the South Downs, that I will settle into a working routine. Given the messy nature of my mind I love the structure of a routine. Within that timely routine of course there is complete freedom over what I choose to do. So at the moment my mind is racing with lots of canvases on the go, drawings, collages and ideas to put into action.
Time to go…
I don’t think about art when I’m working. I try to think about life.