“I’m asking you to marry me, you little fool.” George Fortescue Maximilian ‘Maxim’ de Winter in Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier It’s interesting that the hero of the book has four names and 12 syllables and the heroine has no […]
Well, my residency has technically come to an end… but obviously with the display of my work taking place next year, its not really over. Feels strange to have left the college, where i have been both living and working […]
Dominique blogging today as its ‘my turn’! We started off the day with bacon barmcakes and cappuccino’s at Katsouris whilst admiring all the cakes on display and wondering if its possible all my red clothes might not fit me at […]
Painting the doors of my home village still continues. Realized that I am intersection between the darkness and the light. Now that did surprise me.
Yesterday I took my cardboard grid out for a walk through the nature reserve near my flat. I took digital photographs of the flimsy white geometric thing flapping in the wind; I also took a 30 second video. It was […]
Grids are informing my practice as both an artist- and an art historian-in-training. This week I’ve been getting to grips with Griselda Pollock’s and Rosalind Krauss’s analyses of Martin’s grid paintings/drawings. I have one main question springing up out of […]
