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This vagrant living has come at a good time for me, I had become settled in my practice at home. Begun once agin to establish a formula for making work, something which only ever leads to boredom and monotony. I have enjoyed the challenge, and have not been short on inspiration! The challenges of the frozen temperatures design new and exciting ways of mark making. The transient moments captured here in paint form traces or ghosts if you like, of a totally atmospheric experience.
It’s been awhile, a long old while dear. Once again I must blame time at sea for this absence, however to lay fault with such an indulgence would be nothing but a sin.
In fact, if anything, this year I have solidified my practice as a sailor more than as an artist, and strangely do not mind a bit, each significantly informs the other and every day I become more entwined as one person in my daily practice, rather than a person split between two such separate worlds. Such a revelation also comes with a new chapter, as for the time being I have left my home in West Cornwall and am working in a shipyard in Maine, North America.
A shipyard is a place of significant anthropological interest, though given the maritime industries fairly significant antiquity and agenda, this may seem somewhat unsurprising. It’s hierarchical conflicts, are testosterone fuelled to a chorus of power tools and as the sawdust settles I quietly observe. I feel sure it has always been this way, for close to five years I have worked in and out of these rogue places, filled with the grunts of men, wrestling rust and corrosion. Seafarers and shipwrights by default seem to be those with a glint in their eyes and a certain flair for bending the rules and there are times that I wonder how the hell I ended up working in this bizarre and backwards industry, when to remain gracious and polite feels impossible and the desire to scream is almost deafening. When the need to unpick generations of gender sweeping stereotyping feels an unbearable and unjust burden, when, after all you just want to get on with your job. . .
It's been one hell of a year, got a strong suspicion that I may have sailed more miles than I have driven or walked. Thank you Eve, you little goddess, for a fantastic week and the chance to prove to myself that in fact I actually can. 🍂🍁🙌 #eveofsaintmawes