Busy Bee

As promised, I went home on monday night to do some drawing for a screenprint. The image I was using has been taken by my sister on one of her projects in London that has involved walking. (The photo is below.) When I saw the picture I asked if I could use it for my work... She has agreed. I think a copy of the finished piece will be sufficient payment for use of her photo ejejeje I have worked out the layers and the colours for the print, all that is left now is to enlarge these drawings, but I haven't yet worked out what size the piece will be. Then I must make the positves. Only then will I be ready to go to the studio. Rather a long process.

I have to say, I got really wrapped up in what I was doing. I had forgotten how much I enjoy making my work. I felt a happiness that only comes from making my work. It's a similar feeling I get when I've been baking. It's a sort of satisfaction that I think ensures my survival. Dramatic I know, I don't expect everyone to empathise nor understand what I am trying to say. Basically, everything else in my life can be going really well. But when I'm making my artwork there is a sense of euphoria, a calmness and completeness.

And no I'm not crazy.
I'm an artist.

Where was I... oh yes. I got so wrapped up in the drawing, that once I'd finished those initial drawings I was hooked. I got the sketchbook that I took to Italy in 2009 as I've been waiting to make some work from those drawings since I got back! I took one drawing, which is of a thunderstorm over the lagoon in Venice. Even at the time I envisaged some sort of Lino cut. Whilst I tried to work out which areas I would need to cut from the lino, I got rather confused! Couldn't work out what would be black and what would be white once I'd used the paint. This through me into a bit of a panic. Shit I thought, I've left it too long without making work. This is never going to work! Thank God for Photoshop! There's something I would never think I'd say. I simply hate using photoshop, thought it is rather useful. Having scanned in my drawing of the parts I would be cutting out, I inverted the colours and as if by magic I saw what the finished product would look like. I rather liked what it might look like too! All was right with the world yet again.

Alas, twas time for bed but having been woken up at ridiculous o'clock the following day by the sun, I jumped out of bed at 8am. I felt inspired. Again. I decided to make good use of this as it doesn't happen very often. I went for a run. Didn't die. I was then bursting with entusiasim when I got home. So I cut out my lino and proceeded to make 10 editions of the print in my kitchen. I was rather pleased with myself when I arrived at work at mid day and told anyone who would listen how productive a morning I'd had!

It didn't finish there... renewed energy and enthusiasim led me to prepare the next lino, again, a drawing in Venice, looking across the lagoon at another, smaller island. At night of course. This was more intricate than the first. I was nervous as I've never been good at cutting lino intricately but I was patient and took my time. I was dubious as to whether it would work. Although it was gone 11pm and I was exhausted. I needed to know. There was no way I would ever be able to fall asleep without knowing. So I printed a few editions. Guess what... it worked and I rather like it! I have so much work to do now!

I was in bed, half asleep with the light on when my flatmate knocked on the door. He wanted to know what I'd been working on... he told me he loved it. He asked if it was Turkey. I told him it was venice. I couldn't have asked for a better way to end the day.

I've got a feeling...

Today I woke up feeling inspired. I felt like going out for a jog the moment I awoke... I should have made use of the unusual motivation but alas, I rolled over and snoozed instead. This feeling of inspiration continued when I finally did get out of bed. Today I cleaned my bathroom... it is now very shiny. I tidied my room, cleaned the kitchen and threw some stuff out. I felt ever so slightly manically enthusiastic and happy.

Which makes a change.

I take this to be a good thing and hope that the feeling is going to stick around for a while. It would definitely be useful in terms of getting things done!

Once I had showered in my gleaming bathroom I was trying to decide what to do with the spare couple of hours till I met my mother for dinner. I felt oddly inclined to take photos. But I did not know what of or where. Which struck me as odd, as I am neither traveling nor was it night time, which is when you would usually find me with my camera in tow. I then decided that what I wanted, was a newspaper and cup of cwafeee.

I bought my newspaper and headed to the cwafeee shop, the whole time, unable to shake this feeling. The thing that has been so baffling to me, isn't that I've been feeling particularly inspired but the fact that I just feel inspired. I'm not inspired to to do a particular thing. I've just been walking around all day with this feeling. Not quite knowing how to put it to use. Though I have decided that tomorrow I shall be up at 8am (I am doing the 12pm shift) to start making the drawings for my next screen print, which is very exciting!

I was quite enjoying the cwafee and the newspaper and the occasional watching the world go by until I realised that this year, just hasn't been a good year for humanity. There has been so much human loss and suffering in the past 3 months, in addition to the already existing human suffering, that half into my newspaper I just felt broken hearted.

Reading the newspaper and watching the news breaks my heart and has been known to reduce me to tears. My sister says that I shouldn't bother doing either if it's just going to depress me, but that if I insist I need to make sure I don't get romantically embroiled.

I have never thought of myself as particularly political but in comparison to most of my peers it would appear that I am. I have been on anti war marches and demos but then so have many people. But this year's north African revolutions, the Arabian rioting and the hunger for political reform has moved me. I find the photo journalism astounding at the moment. To be so embroiled in those moments. Some of the moments captured are just amazing. Slightly crazy and incredibly brave. I have had a brainwave. I want to take photos like that too. I want to go to a country that is either war torn or currently in the middle of an uprising/political revolution. I want to be somewhere that the people are fighting for what they believe in. I want to document it and capture the effects of those desires.

I announced my desire at dinner to my mother and sister. Surprisingly, my mother did not beg me not to have such crazy ideas. My sister whom is ever supportive, told me to go for it.

Now to find the means and the balls to do so.

Would anyone like to finance me?