When it works it works. There is always mystery and surprise. When I draw (be it with a brush or a pencil) I am trying to subvert habits. The habits that persist despite such attempts are doubly compelling. Why does the big weeping man keep coming back? Why are bowls of wild houseplants returning again and again? The answer is not simply that these forms are meaningful (I am not sure the houseplants mean anything!) but they do serve as pauses between flesh and blood, nature versus lumpen form, dead wood versus teddy bear, comma before the big thought, period after the little whisper, silence after too much noise...
No comments:
Post a Comment