It was so wonderful to catch up properly with Scott, Amy and one tomorrow Noah today. I had seen them briefly just prior to Christmas but the photo uploader ate my pictures so that was that.
At the time, and I know Scott won't mind me sharing this, Scott had been feeling quite flat. The buzz of Shanghai had definitely dissipated and whilst he was exploring new ideas nothing was quite coming together. He emailed a number of artists around the world and was heartened by their responses - essentially that what he was feeling was normal after a big show, to accept it and to get on with things.
We sat together quietly at first. It was bushfire weather in the valley today - extremely hot and a hint of a breeze - the kind of day that mountains people spend sniffing the air for any slight taint of smoke.
Soon though, after a cup of tea and some idle chat , we were away. Scott took me outside to see a work he is doing at the moment and then we went back inside to the studio where I was able to look at other works he has in train.
Worlds within worlds, four carved and burnt panels - moths and insects only becoming obvious once you start to really look at the work - initially you are simply struck by texture and colour.
Idea after idea spilled from his mouth and his passion and interest in what he does was burning as sharp and clear as the instrument he uses for his pyrography.
One of the works I am privileged to share here is a stunning self portrait Scott has done. Everytime I see it it literally takes my breath away.
We looked at pigments together and other works, the following image of one seemed to come to life as the fan blew cool air in the studio.
I watched through my lens as Scott burnt into a guitar. There is an intensity about this process. The red hot tip of the instrument, the smoke that drifts in the air. Yet there is also a relaxed deftness as Scott works, completely sure of what he is doing.
This last image, taken at Scott's suggestion, really sums up the mood Scott is in - intent, serious and yet, as the smoke wreaths around his face, utterly relaxed and accepting.