Tish Noel

Like an imprisoned serial killer, I’ve lost contact with the heart of making art during spans of engagement with other aspects of life’s demands and joys. That my mind becomes unable to engage is a mystery to me, just as work in the studio is an unfolding mystery. There is the sense of all or nothing. All being if I go to the depth, the full depth, I feel I will keep going.

© Tish Noel