Moving many times and temporarily negotiating new spaces can be challenging. I’m in my 15th studio; my 9th in 8 years. The spaces have ranged from a small solitary desk to a generously sized dedicated space.

Within a few months, I will settle in a beautiful space at River Goose.

For now, I’m at a simple desk again, with a set of shelving and a small cupboard for materials. It’s ‘contained’ with not the greatest light or ventilation. But. I get to create and work. It is my soul’s sanctuary and place of gratefully being.

I have just recently retrieved long-since seen surfaces from dusty packed away boxes, and find myself back at that process I simultaneously love and am frustrated by: scraping and sanding; peeling away and unearthing new textures; uncovering marks; revealing scars. And then. Applying new layers of paint.

I have also found myself reuniting with familiar images of figures photographed as far back as 2006. All still strangers, but who bring a surprising reassurance for being known so long by me. It’s as if to pay them ‘homage’ that I include them in my current works; acknowledging their stay with me.