I like the idea of a third kind of looking. I like the idea of thinking with the edges of our minds and finding treasure. So much more interesting than counting out the coins we already have.
Peripheries have always drawn me so it's inevitable I should start drawing them too. I'm sure that's why I went to Alaska, why Bill and I are going to the Western Isles, and why I want to go to Orkney. Peripheries don't have to be far away either, I am always moved by the subtle tipping point where my own human made world crumbles and rots back into it's earthy source. There is also something so poignant about those myriad unhomely places in the corners of the city where we pass by but cannot rest. Places on the edge of human comfort.As a kid I got in to trouble for writing "This is the outside world. Enter at your own risk" on our side gate. Our back fence had hole in it so I could see the 'allotments' - little cultivated strips left over from the war where people grew their own food because the submarines stopped us importing it. Somebody out there kept pigs and we had a pig swill bucket outside the kitchen. One day big diggers and lorries turned up and built a strange square concrete place with no windows and a big fence. I found out later it was a Regional Seat of Government, where the selected few would sit out the nuclear winter. Scared the crap out of me even before I knew what it was. That must be where my thing about concrete started. Making this blog is really helping me at the moment because my studio is full of building materials and I'm not getting any time to work in a sustained way. Scanning in bits from the sketchbook and thinking is a way of keeping in touch.