The truth of drawing is the meditation; the utter loss of self — becoming an instrument of rhythm and mark.
The truth of drawing is the meditation; the utter loss of self — becoming an instrument of rhythm and mark.
I've begun a new series of drawings that are based on drawing 18 lines.
I draw 18 lines with the same grade of graphite without resharpening. While drawing I can't think of anything but the line and what number it is in the set of the marks.
Everything is about the line.
It I lose track of the line things happen.
These are large drawings for me. 30 x 40 inch Rives BFK white.
Thrilled that I've sold this drawing.
It's one of a small series. This was shown in my solo show in 2010. It's a drawing using pastel, pencil, graphite, and charcoal on Rives BFK. It's one of my larger drawings at 30 x 40 inches, was created 2008, and first shown in 2010.
I've begun a new series of drawings. Again on synthetic paper. It's really the smoothness of the paper that motivates the most recent work. Everything sits on the surface.
A whole layer of new marks came into play as I discovered something that needed to be just below the surface. I know that is cryptic but it's true and I can't explain it any better than that. Looking forward to reviewing the drawings again and determining what other marks are missing.
Leaving the drawings waiting too long can melt them.
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Was a terrific art day Sunday. Walked to the studio. Worked on my most recent drawings. The series is beginning to come together. Walked to 110 Church just in time to catch friends that had come for the ART of Printmaking conversation at 110 CHURCH. (They said it was great) Then to dinner and more art talk. It was art from the moment I lifted my head from the pillow until I put it back down for the night.
Had a full day working in the studio last week. This is a first look at a new series of ten drawings — winter twins. The drawings are meditations and impressions of the season. Often at this time of year my drawings become mostly black and white. The drawings are minimal. I don't have much more to say right now; I'm still working on them and I don't want to think.
It is important to keep my head clear and trust the process. Keeping that place between sessions of drawings means I can't talk about them. I can't until they are finished.
It was good to get in the studio. There is a calmness and sense of purpose in wiping down all my work surfaces and assembling my drawing supplies and tools.
Selecting the paper.
Placing containers of graphite, pastels, and charcoal on the work table.
Now in silence waiting. Waiting to begin.
Another year has passed 2011 has slid in.
It hasn't been a productive time in the studio. Usually I'm in there at least one day a week. I was lucky to get in once a month. I got ready for a late summer show in Oregon. Then I started a couple series of drawings and some new work on panels. The project using books called 9x9 should be called 3x3 and it's at a standstill.