Saturday, May 29, 2010
After three days away from my studio, I'm feeling in some disarray. There is a heap of emotional stuff swirling around me that I can't ignore but in the midst of it, I'm beset by an intense desire to immerse myself in work. I haven't felt like this for a while.I miss my new studio. It's an unimpressive, makeshift space – its rent reflects this – but my needs are minimal. There's a clapped-out sofa covered with a sheet to sprawl across in uninspired lulls and lots of high wall-space onto which I can stick works-in-progress, as well as study sketches, reference photographs and notes to myself. There's plenty of floor space for the largest frames, supported by industrial spec' alloy trestles, and the dark, springy timber floor is unexpectedly comfortable to sit on for long stretches.I've just paid my second month's rent on the space. In four weeks I've produced nearly a dozen pieces there in various media, the best rate of productivity I've enjoyed for two or three years. It seems I work best alone, without assistants, in a room with no view other than my own work – something to remember as the money begins to flow again.