Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
……The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
~ TS Eliot, from Burnt Norton
These expressive ink drawings speak of the resonance of history within visceral, intergenerational memory.
There is an ambiguity to these studies of roses from the neighbourhoods in which I spend my days. While making them they began to appear as plumes of bombs seen from above. Sometimes they look like glimpses of landscape from the air through a break in the clouds. I also imagine them as broken voices or wounds; and then, because of the sheen of the ink, they become watermarks of grief.
A Complex Grief was shown at the exhibition Interworld at Arc.hive Artist Run Centre May 3rd to 12th, 2019.