Outside in the corridor the autumnal late afternoon sun, has given a shifting light grid to work alongside  and against. Starting this week with three vertical ruled lines; the rest freehand.

Inside the studio I ‘m working on canvas, drawn lines softening into the weave. Less paint on the surface than usual, drawing, painting, drawing painting; increasingly, wanting to meld these activities. The pieces are either very light or very dark, these seem to be two emerging positions, which I’m finding intriguing.

 During the residency my aim is not to analyse what is happening in the work, but observe, and wait. As I paint and unexpected things occur, I find that a word seems to present itself, in the space between me and the surface. A single word that approaches, up through the activity. Clearly the word is coming from my mind but, yet feels, directionally, as if I am reading it? 
I am noting these for later.

The Modernist Coin Wash has been in session this week, This is an ongoing collaboration between artist Lindall Pearce* and myself. Our seventh session, ‘Format’, included 6 artists who responded to five envelopes that we posted daily to them for one week, each containing an item, to use to spark ideas for a piece of work to be brought to a studio discussion a week later. We met last Saturday at the studio. The piece I made, freehand painted lines on vinyl and canvas, pinned to the wall, is another note.

I have picked up The Infinite Line * again, and have a new waiting in the car book, Truth*.  
December approaches, I intend to make a further set of papers in December, with different rules and perhaps a new wall.

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Deadline for applications is 6pm on 24th January 2015

A new stick of chalk has a clean sharp edge for ruling lines, this soon wears down, becomes thick and the eye kicks in to justify the grid. This is good and how I like it; the grid begins to quiver.

Am I locking in to a space or locking out? Am I applying a net to the world, am I constructing, or locating in the world? 
Not exclusively referencing the surface, the grids allude and invite in to a space. The drawn grids are suspended, a drift-net perhaps. The structure bringing attention to the drawn line, the blurr, the melt. the movement.

 

The impact of wall drawing is felt in my body as I stretch and climb the ladder and pull the line down to the base of the space. Reminded of the Yvonne Rainer show at Raven Row I’ve been thinking about the choreographer’s drawings on display and the planning and notation of moves. 

Paint, grid, body, I keep moving.

http://www.ravenrow.org/exhibition/yvonne_rainer/
http://www.tate.org.uk/research/publications/tate-papers/grid-checkpoint-modernity
http://isites.harvard.edu/fs/docs/icb.topic1050153.files/Grids_Rosalind%20Krauss.pdf