Metal splinters are very painful and practically invisible. Rolling wire wool into long thin strands and using this as a drawing material, a soft wool like effect that I like but which belies the truth of it, the metal is spiky and clingy.                

Between process, production and pulling the work together, I sit down and re-read at speed, chunks of The Dead School, a novel by Patrick McCabe.  Described as a gothic fairy story for adults the book deals with the mindset of small-town Ireland by exploring the inner lives of an elderly headmaster and new schoolteacher, each man carrying his emotional baggage heavily and battling his own demons.

My stickle brick thought process is distracting me with the shadow of the coronavirus stretching worldwide, scientific images that showing beautiful abstract images of this potentially deadly virus. I wonder about the effect of this.