Confined, I find myself unlocking memories, retrieving atmospheres of places, senses of spaces, birds eye views of seemingly distant times; travelling through a window, a skylight, a corner of nature reclaimed.
References to the natural and the architectural are unavoidable, even though what I think I remember may be just imagined.
Perhaps, or because of the year's strange uncertainty, structure and form has become even more apparent.
It's as if the work is creating its own kind of framework as a reflection or reaction.
I try to work on the periphery of the content, to find a kind of perfect imbalance.
The awkwardness of the unfinished can create a whole that does not lose the power of what remains incomplete.
Although against my instincts, I try to avoid being herded into certainty, keeping the conversation open and in a state of flux between the elements of form, colour and space.
It's a desire to make something new, with the eye, the heart, the hand, but not the mind, whilst continuing a conversation with the past.
Ralph Freeman, April 2021