It has unexpectedly ‘opened up’ a lingering place, to lean and chat with studio colleagues. An exchange point for conversations with Francis, our ‘Hard to Find’ bicycle repair neighbour, and his bemused visitors. A pool of icy light bounces off the opposite wall in the monochrome corridor. I have made several drawings on the wall, as quickly as I can, ruler and chalk; not plotted, just done.
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.
Paint, grid, body, I keep moving.