rise up in torrents; Water and sadness, rise and raise up the Floods!

Some more drawings with red and blue pens on faun paper.

making windmills and weathercocks everywhere, beneath a drizzling rain.

I have moved house and now live in Collingwood, on Easey st, right down from Backwoods gallery. It's a smaller space but I still have a studio space in the living room. These are some drawings I did frantically during the long and grueling move.

Amongst mangroves calls the branching night.

I have been working on a large scale painting over the past two days instead of doing what I really should be doing, that being drawings of interior spaces and a charcoal transcription project of a Vermeer painting. Here are some details, the background is actually a lot more blue, I tried to fix this on photoshop but I couldn't get it right, so you will have to imagine. Above is a video of it, earlier in the day.

Tent shell, three sticks tied together for warmth.

Shaman: the unfolding of the mangroves. 

Levitating oars and sausage dog.

The swampland plantation.

   

Mystery tents.

Magic sticks

Last Wednesday morning I was in an awful wisdom tooth induced creative slump. I spent most of the morning feeling generally shitty and trying to draw 'interoir spaces' for my drawing folio (which I still have not done). After a while of this I dragged myself out of bed and had some brule grapefruit at Captains of Industry. While I was there I was served by a delightful bearded man in a spotted bow-tie, the day was feeling much better already. Then I hung out for a bit at Mitten Fortress with David and Stanislava, two amazing creative people. We sat at the work bench talking about painting mediums, hedgehogs  Spinoza and Nietzche. After 3 hours of being with them I felt completely renewed, almost healed from my tooth ache pain. I drew these two drawings while I was there, and then finished them off that night.

Magic sticks, blind drawing

Magic sticks, levitation.