Having been a creative thing all my life I happen to have found it hard to know what it's like NOT to want to make my own clothes and do my own everything. The surge I'm experiencing now is therefore almost ridiculous: I spoke to a fellow artist this morning who is probably ten years older than I and we exchanged curses on the dilemma of creating more than we can find homes for. I think she and I would give our large paintings away if it were not for the disservice it does to other professional artists; and we are professional if we do it (or think about it) full time and have done for years. The dilemma is finding space on our walls to display the work.
Here are two pieces I've created on paper, recently. To be able to show them 'in situ' is pretty impossible as they need framing and hanging on wall space which I haven't got; so I temporarily put 'Drunken Disorderly' (the line drawing) on a door for you to see the scale, and 'Sunnyfields' - a picture done with soft pastels - is propped up on a futon. Sorry about the presentation - how about giving one of them a proper home?
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