Pushed, bewitched, or just had enough.....
Following many useful years, my stack of carefully curated earthenware bowls toppled from the edge of their shelf. They ricocheted off unforgiving flagstones and shattered. I knelt with regret on the cold floor as I gathered their exposed earthy innards.
In the light of the late afternoon I clinically laid them out on a sheet of white paper. I photographed their curved bellies starkly juxtaposed against jagged edges. Photographs from an inconclusive autopsy revealed fantastical landscapes and puzzling still lives.
I journeyed back and forth between the increasing evidence: drawings, photographs, mono-prints and case notes, all of which spoke of the remains. Preliminary works on paper seemed to shift somewhere between abstract and representational. Finally, without any prompt or ceremony, I dressed each one in a fitting acrylic palette and laid them to rest one by one on a carefully prepared canvas.