My studio tack board, frankly, can only be described as an image of visual chaos. However it is filled with stuff I can't seem to part with. Some things have been hanging there for years. Studies and sketches, many the result of aimless play, I see as inspiration for new works. I look at them....and wait...for the muse to arrive. Posting a few of the images seems like a possible way of changing my view of them. We shall see.
wool line loops involutions...... from a poem by David Annwn
all this and not ordinary not unordered......
day what a hard time I have leaving you...... from "Songs," a Lorca poem
This is obviously something not meant to be read....A vivid imagination could probably make it say anything.