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In my studio space there's a patch of wall that's white and been visibly painted over time and time again, the brush strokes timeless in contrast to a patch of dated woodchip wallpaper that reminded me of home and inumerable bloody magnolia coloured rooms I've lived and stayed in over the years.
Again it's about the white. I still have no idea why. It doesn't matter
This piece is cut from that cast, it has pieces of paint and has poorly picked up the texture so I decided to use as a frame (again..).
The window shape is a recurring image that preoccupies me.
Years ago daydreaming out of a similar looking one when I should have been revising. Dreaming of writing scripts and film school, not the future I ended up following. Fast forward 20 years, and I'm now back in an art school with the same windows. This time the day dreaming's encouraged. It's different to the one I stare out of a work that's been tinted to save on aircon and is as modern as you like.
I went round sampling dust with sellotape from hard to reach nooks and crannies. Projecting these on acetate created a blurred nothingness that seemed to indistinct. The above image, is the cast scanned with the dust taped bits in between. Makes me think of christmas cake icing and cinnamon.
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