I’ve been walking, looking and recording.

The deserted London streets have remind me of my favourite childhood films. John Huston westerns with spooky deserted towns complete with tumble weed rolling though the main streets. Knightsbridge in London has become reminiscent of 5th Avenue, New York at 5am as depicted in the opening screens of the film Breakfast at Tiffany’s , I’m almost expecting to bump into Audry draped in Givenchy gazing in to the Tiffany’s window in Sloane Sqaure. Memories are surfaceing all over the place.

It is quite magical and my imagination is running wild.

I’m going to photograph and see what bubbles.

I start researching Prunella Clough and how her photographs, sketches and notes showed the attention that she paid to everday and un-noticed objects and scenes.

The TATE explaine that – These archive items became something of her own reference library, and by examining them in combination with her paintings in the gallery, it is possible to gain a deeper understanding of her unique aesthetic and visual language. Any way I’m going to try and crack it and somehow find a way of painting what in seeing and feeling. I’m going to try and speak and paint with my own language and try and make myself ”Fairly read” as Mark Bradford puts it.

https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/prunella-clough-921/look-again-visual-language-prunella-clough