En faisant un processus historique, j’ai trouvé un nouveau geste. | By doing a historical process, I found a new gesture.
There will be more to say about this drawing, and more images of the drawing in process. But until I find the time to sort through weeks worth of images and video, please have a look at the final product. This weekend, before I leave Caylus, I’ll erase the entire drawing, documenting that process as well.
Faisan, 2013, 366 running cm x 180 cm maximum height
If you are in the area of Caylus, Tarn-et-Garonne, please drop by for my open studio at DRAWinternational. If not, keep an eye out on this site for some more images of my work as I document. I have the rest of April here at the residency, and will soon share what I have been doing with the pheasant project.
The last few months I’ve been using the process of sorting feathers from the pheasant to teach myself a studio discipline. It hasn’t always worked, but I’ve learned so much from the process. My working method is usually explosive, which can be exhilarating and addictive when it happens. I do however have the days, like everyone I suppose, where it doesn’t. Knowing a few visual artists, writers, musicians, circus performers and chefs who have a more organized practice than I do, has inspired to develop a way of working in my studio for those in between days.
This winter, it was the feathers. When I didn’t want to draw. While I waited for inspiration. While I waited for my studio to warm up, or my mind to shut up, or the weather to improve…I’ve been sorting. To what end, I’m not sure…yet. I only know that I’ll leave this residency with a pile of envelopes and photographs of feathers for future projects. This isn’t to say drawings haven’t happened in the meantime. I haven’t sorted every day. But it has been a lesson in order and determination. And like everything else I’ve done this year, I’ll take that lesson with me when I go.
I’ve sorted into three main categories:
The second is feathers that are markedly bruised, bloodied or broken, as well as those that are attached to others by flesh as a result of my lack of plucking skill.
The last, which relates to my drawings, I consider the trace… Like the eraser remnants at the base of a drawing, this is what remains.