Krow Black Krowji.

All I know it was a  bad day in the studio. Krowji dysfunction. Interrupted by a coffee anger. I guess I learn more from the bad paintings. And I do. The painting I was working on  is just suffocated – a gaudy corpse.

R called. She had spent the day in a Sudanese women’s prison, taking testimonies from the inmates. She was exhausted, but yet her voice sounded so vital – touched with perspective. She recorded this video the other night – It is Safia I, a young Sudanese artist who was raped by the Sudanese security forces.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mb2960uQfg4&feature=player_embedded

It is a difficult thing to watch but something in the heart still swells. A testiment to this girls belief.

I watch but my concentration is displaced. I think of R., holding the camera, having worked all week to get this woman to a point of trust. Her holding the camera, where it shakes, of her frowning with the concentration, looking at the flashing led light wondering whether its recording or not.

And then, behind all the heavy dead paint, is something alive, beautiful and easy.

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Everyone is broke, those who paint at Krowji, artists. C.H can’t afford paint. I’m without an easel. Last of the paint too. Recycling canvas’s. T. has been so kind – like a paint fairy. I reckon a hold up on Truro fine Arts – (or more surreal – Jim’s Cash and Carry in Redruth!) R. Regan and Mickey Mouse masks. Suggested it to J. and she said she was up for it but wanted a gorilla mask. More the merrier…….come as you are.