Drawing beyond representation. Philosophy drawings.
Drawing is endlessly fascinating. Direct expression and play, duel with skill and expectation. It is very fun and playful. Sometimes heartbreaking but always delivers insight into the mental, physical and social expression. Complicated but all the while beautifully simple.
Shaking crumbs from the tablecloth over the edge of the balcony.
Falling asleep. Waking up and dreaming.
Everything we make is important
to the next thing we make
is important to the next
thing we make is
SAGA SAGA the Vision Quest + SAGA SAGA Imagination Time Machine
The winter months are closing in. You have found the entrance to a cave. A crack in the hillside, leading into the parahypogean. You explore further, darker and darker winding tunnels until you reach the hypogean, or true cave. There you must light a fire.
AN ACTUAL BAG LADY
I keep drawing clothing as representing people, but universal "people". All of us. The clothes are empty, they move around in the picture or are poised for some action, but it's a pause that asks what next?
The objects and the environments are based on a real thing or place but then I leave that behind as I draw. A coat manifests into a feeling. A bogeyman. A wise ass on a street corner. An old bag becomes a head. James Deans roadside memorial slips into a site of debris. The moment when things are poignant never lasts. Like glimpses when a torch light shines on the cave roof. I like to jump out into the open space of the drawing.
Sometimes the movement of the pencil echoes the texture of the fabric, a smooth line; a fluid cloth. a tight mark, a small stitch. The sensations are connected and the visual experience of the drawing mimics the actual object from life. But it's the action that expresses the connection. Like a weird dance of the hands? The ideas, objects and the dance are reaching out.