Back in the Chapel on an unseasonably warm February day. My plan is to spend three hours working in charcoal on a larger format, 65 x 50 cms.
I am not used to working on site, so haven’t really thought through the practicality of production. I wanted to replicate how most worshippers see the building, so I am on my knees looking up. Tavener is playing and I am trying to suppress the nausea that comes from constantly looking up and down. This is laced with the dank smell from proximity to the floor, plus the unsettling sound emanating from the abandoned floor heating grill. The knees and back plead for forgiveness.
My view from the floor.
The resultant image has a softness, a femininity that I hadn’t expected. Clearly drawn by a female hand, but is the life of Cornelia Connelly feeding through from my reading?
I consider a more sustainable approach and select the draped table in front of the main altar, my paper perched on my art case. I am drawn to the bronze work deep in the shadows.
The bronze barely visible beneath the altar.
The bronze in close up.
Charcoal on paper 65 x 50 cms.
I am drawn to the suffering, the mother’s response, to the feminine. I will be revisiting this image in charcoal and other mediums.
Next week I plan to return to the subject of suffering.