I am currently emptying my head, making way for something that isn't where I have already been. There is a challenge in the unwinding the tight lines of illustration into a conversation with myself, consisting of dirty rubberless, lead beaten, scrawly lines, whilst also reading philosophy and reflecting the meaning of life and waiting tables.
Of course I have contradicted myself because I only start with the punished pencil and then transport the scrawl to the computer canvas. I adore this process regardless of how careless I have been with the paper.
I want time to animate and assimilate the voices into a collection of organised conversations which ultimatly I have had with myself. If these conversations weren't so dark and on the verge of the shadow and the abyss I'd print them onto stationary, pop them onto wrapping paper and maybe subliminate them on to a cup.
Every creative needs time to grow.