An artist in my own residence

I’m in a huge transition period and it’s quite unsettling.

It really doesn’t help with one’s art practice – there’s too much shifting and newness to allow me to document a body of work or even begin to tackle a subject. The only recognisable thing in life at the moment is Theo…(a very good thing!).

I’m not complaining. I keep pointing out to myself that within six swift months my pelvis was implanted with two spectacular leads and a new stim device, I moved to beautiful Queenscliff from my beloved Collingwood, bought an old church, and started running QG&W.

I ask myself as I potter around this beautiful new space, what has enough meaning and is worthy of my obsession?

Blink. Blink, blink.

It’s going to take time. I need to stay inspired and connected and allow a new life to settle into my brain.

I leeeeeeaaaaaaaaaannnnn heavily on the works of these incredible kindred folk that surrounding me every day:

For now, I’ll keep absorbing my new life and just hang within my safety net. I’ll head back to the essence of my art practice, keep it simple. Drawing will lead me to my next obsession I’m sure.

I’ve managed to find a way to live and create again, finding a subject is going to be a sweet piece of cake!

(Image from April exhibition at QG&W)
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