Friday, 27 April 2007
The colour of the heart
I was looking through a box which is filled to the brim with scraps of paper on which I’ve scribbled ideas for work, images collected and pages torn from journals, photos of mine, drawings, notes, a cacophony of stuff really, which sent my head buzzing just when I thought what I need is focus. I had been looking for something I’d written a while ago about the colour red, but of course could not find it. What I found and now can't get out of my mind was this photo of my friend Beatriz Araiza in action. She was a brilliant ceramics artist and draughtswoman who was killed some years ago riding home on her bicycle. We met at the arts & design foundation course at John Cass in East-London, in 1994 I think. We talked for ages about art and love and death and joy and pain and the often banal nitty gritty of our daily lives. Art was at the centre of it all for both of us, the means through which we dared look at life.
This is a drawing of hers, of an ox-heart I think. I miss her terribly.