creating is personal, I'm speaking
about my investigation into other minds
my mind, my concerns, its a voice,
a way of life, i am a hermit as such,
a modern day hermit locked in the shell
the fragile eggshell mind, wondering how it is i live - the nature gives our hearts
solice in the machine - i ache for
something that does not exist in this plane, how do i
know this thing i ache for, only i know it through the magical events of my existence, i can't even put it into words at this stage ineffable is still as appropriate as ever. above self portrait of myself and my son 2006.
self portrait I'm working on a slow
process on this piece, I'm letting it evolve, i am learning this
way of paint, the 60's collage i enjoy
and the colour, as my other works are
usually of 3 tones, this allows me
to experiment and represent so called reality juxtaposed with my
uncontious lyrical abstract works, serious by nature
and always seeing things from different
perspectives and continually seeking mental growth, this way of paint
i can express some of my thoughts more
than in lyrical textural abstraction, its a visual diary of sorts.
Reading Rudolf Steiner the 1918 lecture - The work of AnGelZ in mans astral body - and my working in the drip style, the uncontious inspired these works i started after reading the lecture in 2007 - i did one series of 10 works in 2008, now i am am revisiting and looking at developing my process - experimenting .
peace utopia a non brutal angelic species i believe i have captured my emotion in response through these works - as i feel so many different things i cannot be limited to one media or formation - hence my different leanings through creativity..
Cap works - incapsulated words and and paint - my cerebral uncontious linked in tiny cells portals of thought process and complexity..symbols repeating through the cells - abstract thought nature and being continues in a different way - a structured contained cell -
Tish scott 2014
Boneless Skinless Universe I See More
but a mere shadow of existence everything is surreal - in the context of meanness...