‘Conversations (with myself & those who view)’, An Extended Self Portrait.

 

A summer of evening work. A summer of deflated 

pillows, phones extended from arms and everything broken or lost.

 

These pillows had begun to almost take over my world, and not in a good way. I’m used to putting most of my effort into wondering about my current obsession, whether it’s a person or a cat… but that summer, I just found myself laughing about my pillows. They had begun to form into new shapes due to age, I’ve had them since I was 18, I’m now 20…  they were starting to embody a manifestation of me. Ridiculous and deflated. I realised I needed to sort this out. I couldn’t sort my life out, if I didn’t sort these pillows out first. So for weeks on end, I continued to sleep on them, wake up on them, and then draw them. Pages of them. It became a narrative of my self deprecative state and I envisioned this as these pillows.

 

Now that they’ve been used for the sake of painting, I can finally get over myself and buy some new pillows. Which I did. Thanks Argos. 

 

(New pillows don’t have much character, so this is a show of farewell to that.)