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This week I have been fiddling about with media,

thinking about the lost girl series, experimenting, and attempting to complete Fulham Leith. The darker evenings, and the greater contrast in light between night and day makes me realise that these paintings may get lost in a room that is not well lit.
Full daylight image indoors vs full sun

 

Decreasing light seems to me to be a very useful metaphor as dementia progresses and the person’s ability to communicate gets further challenged. The struggle to communicate so that all they are able to talk about is the most here and now of their experience.

So right now her experience is dominated by physical pain and activities which are beyond her ability to process because they require more light than she has. And she is not able to settle with this limit. Not satisfied, she wants distraction and finds it easy to blame everyone else for her restlessness, so it is easy for a gloomy depression to descend, and difficult for carers to lift that depression, or to resist it.

I find myself feeling rebellious and contentious faced with this slow fading of the light.

complete Fulham Leith
This piece contemplates the collective stories which have been washed away, unmarked or unremembered in a city like London, with a great river running through it.

In a way this creates more determination to record Padma’s shadowy stories, and also contrarily a wish to simply be able to accept, let it be washed away.

So I am starting a piece reaching towards that velvety darkness of the Lot Valley. Soft in the heat of the air, a darkness almost but not totally complete, and yet comfortable, beautiful absorbing. A level of darkness quite simply not available in London or any other town or city where the orange glow of street lamps interferes: Only found in rural remoteness or at sea. Happily my new canvases have arrived. In addition to this I have a love apple painting, based in the tomatoes that were growing in the greenhouse at Fulham Palace in mind, coppery, well lit, bright. And shaped in a way that gives testiment to their old name. A peculiar duality going on in my work and my life.


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