The better the art, the more it sets me off wanting to work - not to copy, but simply to work, to put in the effort. This was certainly true of my trip to see Wanderlust. (Above is a pic I took of the back of a small piece - a delight in itself.)
Jilly Edwards' work inspired me not only because of its general qualities, but also the particular use of colour - and specifically yellows and greys. This is a combination which evokes different emotions. This Spring's greens have been strikingly yellow because of a lack of rain. That has been joyous. But sometimes yellow can evoke a contemplative, and even a negative response.
I stopped at the café at Walford Mill for a coffee before I returned to the exhibition. The day was so sunny, and warm in the sheltered courtyard, that I decided to drink outside at one of the picnic tables. The wooden slats of the table top intrigued me: they appeared to have scars. Scars as if flesh cut and then stitched. I took photos.
My head was full of all of what I had seen as I worked, and with other thoughts swimming about in my mind resulted in a clear impetus to produce something which I think calls itself Scarred.