Inspired by the work of Magdalena Abakanovicz (Polish artist and sculptor 1930 – 2017) this new work enters a rich fertility of darkness. I was inspired by the size and embrace of her weavings. Those that most moved me are like ancient tree trunks, the old hollow oaks I played in as a child. The warmth of her work is an invitation into that space from which new life and new seedlings can emerge.
On my shelf in my shed, I have the old wallpapering brushes that my father used. Working with paper and water and paint I remember my father’s hands on these brushes applying the wallpaper paste and then the perilous and comic journey up the ladder with the sticky length of paper. As I lean over my work table I see my hands, similar to my fathers’.