My days spent working on the essay creates much pent up frustration which is longing to be released as energy, and that energy to be transmitted through my hand to attached brush.
I understand the value of written essays and researching our independent work, but it is a real struggle to articulate my interests and ideas. I just long for the day to get back into the studio with my overalls and make a sensitive or rapid gesture on a two dimensional plane – I feel a canvas coming on. And in oil. A whole number of them. This time in colour!
Annabel Ludovici Gray