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d r a w i n g s 2 0 0 8
Drawing is like this: my hand moving across an empty space,
sweeping in again to make another mark, never quite the mark that was looked for,
different and unexpected.
Fingers and hands making their own world, the mark maker: the brush or the pen;
The things I have gathered together, recording their own movement, their own calligraphy;
not always the one I was first thought off.
A memory, a dream, something seen, felt or hoped for.
Making it in my head, sometimes it arrives as I imagined it, something as I intended it to be.
But mostly there is work that arrives unexpectedly, becoming quite
different to how I anticipated it, slipping away from me, changing
slowly as time moves on.
Sometimes arriving suddenly and surprisingly.
Just as I was looking the other way.
Thinking about something else.
pencil, watercolour, ink & mud on rag paper 10'' x 10'' or 10''x 20''