The Secret World

 I have always found artists studios an intriguing and wonderous space.  I have always considered it a priveldge to enter another artists studio as it provides a glimpse in to the workings of another persons mind.  Artists studios are  filled with finished works, works in progress, abandoned work and those that are not working at all.  Visual refereces adorn walls and vie for space among the finished and incomplete pieces.  Sketches, marquettes, photographs, invitations and images of other artists work who inspire and nourish provide insight into potential and unrealised dreams.

I love the artistic language.  I love to hear artists speak about their work and their working methods with such confidence and clarity about the drive, the process and the realisation of completed work.  Whether it - in their opinion - achieved the original vision, fell short or exceeded expectation.  It is fascinating to hear them speak about the life experiences that inspire them and the processes of  reinterpreting and reinventing to achieve a completed work.

I love watching artists at work in their studios, watching the decisions that are made, the way materials are manipulated and applied,  the way tools are used to mark, carve, administer and smooth.  I love the artistic process and the extremes of emotions from the endless beating and berating in those long, dark, lonely hours when nothing seems possible (maybe not that part quite so much), to the sheer joy of the 'Aha' and the all over glow of success - how ever that may be defined.

 The artists studio is like entering a secret world.  Here is a small glimpse of mine.