One day, I walked into my studio space. I sat down, and looked around my surroundings. The walls were dirty – my desk was a mess. To be honest, it was a sh**h*le. On the plus side, it was an opportunity to transform the space, and create exciting pieces of work. Upon my arrival, I decided to take my coat off, placing all my belongings onto the desk. For a few minutes, I relaxed and drank my bottle of water. This helped me feel refreshed, especially after rushing around, and being squashed in a lift for two hundred years. In the morning, the studios are calm and quiet – you can literally drop a pin and hear it for miles.
Underneath my desk, I notice there was a tin of ‘emulsion paint’. I crawled on my hands and knees, to reach for the tin of paint. I used a pair of scissors to take the lid off. Once opened, you could smell the fumes coming from the paint itself. accidentally, I breathed in the fumes, and it rushed into my lungs. A headache was coming on, a side of effect after inhaling the fumes. Carefully, I put on a protective mask to cover my mouth and nose. The paint was pure white, and reminded me of seeing landscapes covered in snow. On my desk, there was a large decorating brush. I decided to grab the brush, slowly dipping it in and out off the tin. Quickly, I splash the paint onto the studio walls, applying two coats of paint, spreading it like butter – across the wall.
Once fully dried, I began to assemble, and organise the appropriate materials. On my desk, there was a selection of pencils, pens, graphite, and charcoal. Out of all these materials, the charcoal was screaming out to me. My gut instincts, were telling me to reach for the charcoal, and use it. Whilst picking up the charcoal, quickly it began to crumble in my hand. I rub my fingers together, and see it had covered my entire hand. Everything I touched, the charcoal would leave a mark. At first, this was a pain in the ass, until I learnt how to fully embrace this powerful material.
Charcoal is a delicate material, easy to snap, and break into a million pieces. When it rubs across any kind of surface, it bleeds, and leaves a mark behind, this creates an extraordinary use of line. Even the marking making samples are vulnerable, and easy to smudge across the surface. Regardless, charcoal will always contain a sense of vulnerability.
The charcoal represents an individual in many ways. In comparison:
- We break
- We snap
- We adapt to survive
- We leave traces of the past behind us, and move on
- We are strong at heart
- We are vulnerable
- Our biological existence, is from mother nature itself
Working with charcoal, interprets the individual’s wellbeing, most importantly – forming a small part of our identity, and physicality.
Having selected my materials, I began drawing onto the studio walls. I have no intentions on pleasing others. I am far from perfect, nor the best drawer in the world. Overall, art has the power to inspire, and make change in the world we live in. All I can do is be true to myself, and create a drawing from the heart itself. Creativity can be both: a gift and a curse, depending on our individual intentions, and purposes. At this moment in time, my drawings are intended to record, and reflect upon specific memories, by using a biographical approach. Creating a series of portraits, reflecting their personality, and individuality – becoming a celebration of life itself.
Overall, the drawing becomes a replica of time, capturing a specific memory – translating these emotions through mark making. The drawing becomes a form of communication, between the mind, and the mark making process. Thus creating a visual journey, combining elements of time, emotion, and memory – together as one.