Worked at home in basement.
Strong coffee.
Had to go out into the cold wet morning to buy pegs.
Then up and down stairs with various sculptures.
Tracing and rubbing each side with black oil pastel, sometimes carved into for texture and as a gesture to carved stone, onto 50gsm paper that has a lovely texture and sound.
Child-like sense of excitement.
Pleased with results. X-rays.
I’ve been making plinths For Found Objects.
They’re about how the unconscious and conscious communicate. I carve and sandblast the stone to create a stage for the story.
These drawings are a parody of scientific methodology searching for large and small objects as tho they might contain meaning.
They’re a parody of my own search for meaning.
They’re a comment on the impenetrability of contemporary art and its language and on the ‘scientificisation’ (necessarily ugly word) of art, how we are required to support our work with data, methodology and evidence.
They’re a rejection of making drawing for sculpture, instead making sculpture for drawing.
A probing of cause and effect, with plinth, drawing, sculpture and object all sharing equal and holistic status.



