the labyrinth of line...

'The whole visible world is covered with invisible patterns...'
 

...'The distorted line repeated over and again became abstract and transformative, unfolding strange new associations of meaning and difference.  In my drawings, lines of trees, branches and stems developed into distorted scars, scratches and bones, reduced forms and the simplest structures...'
 

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ghosts of white lines

[re]found these works the other day
paint and dye pot juice on paper

funny how things get lost
then found
you revisit things and find that
there were clues to something
that propel you forward
without being stuck
being in the continuum

word of hands & toxicity

my friend in tasmania told me about an exhibition

called; light and shade

by Chantale Delrue (pictures above)

I was intrigued, and discovered that she draws stuff and uses natural dyes on paper to make work. WHich is kinda inspiring. Oh and some plants.

I was pondering the toxicity of gum turps

oil painting and using oil mediums

even though it is so lustrous, nice and amazing

i can't help but feel a bit light headed after a painting session.

i hear India Flint in the back of my mind...'of course my petal' she says, 'why would you use that poison?' Of course.

Some of us are just a bit slow.

Perhaps the skanky pot scrapings will become masterpieces.

But, still, I love paint. Paint. Rabbits eyeball and calcium carbonate, ground pig tooth and pigment, black tar and bitch -u- men.

BUt still could try being less harmful to myself and the world.

So thanks to my friend and Chantale and India endlessly.....