My new acrylic paints have arrived. Perfect timing, I can continue painting on my Yoga mat this week. The colours are exciting, the quality looks good, I can’t wait to get started.
Scrubbed clean with soap & water & left to dry overnight, I fixed my Yoga mat to the studio wall. It took a while to dare to make my first marks as once started there would be no turning back. I started to sketch out the painting with a thin layer of acrylic paint. I’m now enjoying playing with this new surface. The challenge of working with the texture and the pattern of the mat is very satisfying. I will leave it to dry and I’m looking forward to painting the detail with my new acrylic paints, I hope they are delivered soon.
Since the realisation my first residency painting was cut to the exact size as my yoga mat, I decided to experiment painting onto mats instead of my usual primed canvas. Working with new surfaces is something I was keen to do. So today I have been experimenting with a mini mat. ripping up sketches, photos & pieces of fabric creating a collage on paper.
Tomorrow I will take the bold step of painting this onto my own yoga mat. 12 years old I think it has served me very well and it is certainly time for a new one. Surprisingly I was quite emotional during my last yoga session it has been an island of calm seeing me through recovery from a back operation, nurturing 3 teenage children into adulthood and establishing myself as an artist. Many memories lots of love, laughter and the occasional trauma, a wonderfully rich chapter which I am eternally grateful for & the lessons it has taught me. Time to release the old to allow room for the new.
Bit more work on the painting, working on the foreground.
Moved into the Artcore studio today, settling in nicely. Fip radio on, making a nice little mess, throwing ideas around the room. Pretty excited and somewhat nervous about using the kiln. New ways of working.. so many possibilities!
Scribbling ideas in my notebook. Thinking about the Allenton Hippos last movements. Found in the car park of a local public house, I wonder whether this was his local. Was his wife waiting, night after night for him to come home?