from whatever it was that laid me low (it wasn't anaemia, for once...). Yesterday, in deference to my somewhat wobbly legs, I spent the morning in front of the computer. Yes, I know, real hardship. Actually, I spend remarkably little time working with images; I take them, and then never work with them. But that was never going to be the case with the photographs I took in Lyon of the walls of the Sucriere. I have a genuine fascination with those marks, and took a lot of photographs of them. Yesterday, I worked with one image, adjusting colour and light balances to give me a range of images of the same thing (if you see what I mean), printing them out as references for the studio. And finally, I started to play with them, creating new images from the original. I like this one best, I think. I had forgotten what fun it is to work in this way, to see what there is within the range of marks and colours that make up an image, surprising myself with the juxtaposition of textures. I think there's a painting in there...or three. At least. But I find myself looking at the photograph itself as a piece of art. It would be interesting to make little books of these images...another way in to the subject matter I've seen in these marks. Hmm.
