Here lie the remains. Paintings, frames, stretchers, canvas, boards. The general detritus of a freshly cleared studio waiting to be taken away by a local council. What do I feel? WEIGHTLESSNESS. All of the stuff that I found it possible to leave behind, not to completed. The odds and ends that failed to find a home or were too awkward to store for the future. What to I feel? A strange sadness that all of this material came to nothing through my tampering with it. Do i really think that. I only took this photograph so the individuals who decided to remove this waste would know the size of the task ahead of them where it could be taken for disposal. I look at it now and I see COMPOST. 10 years of fertile soil, out of which grew ideas expressed, made tangible. In order to move forward you cant keep holding onto the past, there is a great big world out there.
Jack Donaldson 