Oh come on, how is this any different?
Oil on cotton backed with sailcloth
211cm x 171cm
In my shoes VII
Oil on cotton, wood, cement, socks, sandles
For the most part I make large wall based paintings on shaped canvases. I say mostly, because when they fail to make the wall, I scrunch them into a ball and prop them upright on legs shod in my old paint-splattered shoes.
I used to work on fitted bedsheets, hence the supports with their rounded corners. Over the years the paintings have developed and become more process driven. The sheets have gone but the shape remains. A conceptual frame within which to air my dirty linen.
I work in layers, one colour at a time. Each one a response to the drawing and colour laid before. Like a conversation, it’s an exchange between myself and the surface. If we end on good terms or bad, they make the wall. Those conversations that ultimately lead nowhere and exhaust us both get scrunched.