The Old Travelling Kit
My ongoing fascination with the ordinary everyday is now particularly focussing on abnormal normality and issues of collaboration and “collaboration” and boundaries and perspectives and contexts and identity (another ongoing parallel theme in a lot of work over the last five years).
And with all this thinking and trying to make sense of ideas floating on the periphery of consciousness, I keep doing a mad dash for materials to hand (in this case an old portable box of oils for location work found lurking in a corner at home) and then doing a yet another self portrait.
It’s most odd. I’m sure there’s a connection but I don’t yet know what.