There was such a lot of chance and good luck involved in making these large wall pieces. I’ve always loved paper the happiness of being given a clean sheet of paper to draw on is still just as exciting to me today as it was to me when I was a child.
The chance involved with making these particular works is that they were provoked by the paper itself.
My mother, a beautiful violinist, in her later life took lessons in Chinese painting, and when she died about twenty five years ago she left boxes and boxes of wonderful rolled up Washi, and rice papers.
These remained in my small cluttered studio till one day I took a roll outside and laid it on the grass, and held it down with stones to flatten it out. In order to reach it properly, and not put any pressure on the paper I made this image below using a sea gulls feather dipped into Indian Ink. This was the beginning of making these pieces.
