Standing on a Curve

This series was made when I was living in Plymouth in a flat overlooking the Navel Docks with twelve nuclear submarines cooling off. It takes its title from a line in Albert Camus's Myth of Sisyphus. In these layered works on paper, shadows are repeatedly reworked with earth pigments, stains, graphite, charcoal and gesso. Laid down, traced, blotted, refigured, scrubbed, bleached out, scratched through, drawn upon burnt out. Traces remain to seep back through invisible histories.