2am – Woke up, couldn’t sleep; restless with a voice inside that couldn’t be pacified… Light on, grabbed bag next to bed. Found a sketchbook, pen and charcoal stick. Sat on the bedroom floor, in the dark, in the peace; gave audience to the voice. (Sketches above) Got back into bed. Peace. Sleep…….
Sometimes the urge to create, to draw, to speak is so overwhelming it swells through me like a tsunami; unstoppable, overwhelming, to the point of drowning if it isn’t heard…. I am ‘between studios’ at the moment (new one ready in a couple of weeks) and I am pacing around like a caged wild animal…. I wander into the space all my kit is being kept in and end up coming out, hands plastered in paint….Just have to touch it….
Paint, charcoal, pencils are as essential as oxygen – even the smell of them makes me happy…..